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The Young Alaskans on the Missouri Chapter 1 FOLLOWING LEWIS AND CLARK
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Well, sister," said Uncle Dick, addressing that lady as she sat busy with her needlework at the window of a comfortable hotel in the city of St. Louis, "I'm getting restless, now that the war is over. Time to be starting out. Looks like I'd have to borrow those boys again and hit the trail. Time to be on our way!"
"Richard!" The lady tapped her foot impatiently, a little frown gathering on her forehead.
"Well, then?"
"Well, you're always just starting out! You've been hitting the trail all your life. Wasn't the war enough?"
"Oh, well!" Uncle Dick smiled humorously as he glanced at his leg, which extended before him rather stiffly as he sat.
"I should think it was enough!" said his sister, laying down her work.
"But it didn't last!" said Uncle Dick.
"How can you speak so!"
"Well, it didn't. Of course, Rob got in, even if he had to run away and smouch a little about how old he was. But he wasn't through his training. And as for the other boys, Frank was solemn as an owl because the desk sergeant laughed at him and told him to go back to the Boy Scouts; and Jesse was almost in tears over it."
"All our boys!"
"Yes! All our boys. The whole country'd have been in it if it had gone on. America doesn't play any game to lose it."
"Yes, and look at you!"
Uncle Dick moved his leg. "Cheap!" said he. "Cheap! But we don't talk of that. What I was talking about, or was going to talk about, was something by way of teaching these boys what a country this America is and always has been; how it never has played any game to lose it, and never is going to."
"Well, Richard, what is it this time?" His sister began to fold up her work, sighing, and to smooth it out over her knee. "We've just got settled down here in our own country, and I was looking for a little rest and peace."
"You need it, after your Red Cross work, and you shall have it. You shall rest. While you do, I'll take the boys on the trail, the Peace Trail-the greatest trail of progress and peace all the world ever knew."
"Whatever can you mean?"
"And made by two young chaps, officers of our Army, not much more than boys they were, neither over thirty. They found America for us, or a big part of it. I call them the two absolutely splendidest and perfectly bulliest boys in history."
"Oh, I know! You mean Lewis and Clark! You're always talking of them to the boys. Ever since we came to St. Louis--"
"Yes, ever since we came to this old city, where those two boys started out West, before anybody knew what the West was or even where it was. I've been talking to our boys about those boys! Rather I should say, those two young gentlemen of our Army, over a hundred years ago-Captain Meriwether Lewis and Captain William Clark."
His sister nodded gravely, "I know."
"What water has run by here, since 1804, in these two rivers, the Mississippi and the Missouri! How the country has grown! How the world has changed! And how we have forgotten!
"That's why I want to take them, even now, my dear sister, these young Americans, over that very same old trail-not so long and hard and full of danger now. Why? Lest we forget! Lest our young Americans forget! And we all are forgetting. Not right.
"You see? Because this old town of St. Louis was then only a village, and we just had bought our unknown country of France, and this town was on the eastern edge of it, the gate of it-the gate to the West, it used to be, before steam came, while everything went by keel boat; oar or paddle and pole and sail and cordelle. Ah, Sis, those were the days!"
"Think of the time it must have taken!"
"Think of the times they must have been!"
"But now one never hears of Lewis and Clark. We go by rail, so much faster. As for going up-river by steamboat, I never heard of such a thing!"
"But the boys have. I caught Jesse, even, pondering over my Catlin, looking at the buffalo and Indian pictures."
"I never heard of Catlin."
"Of course not. Well, he came much later than my captains, and was an artist. But my captains had found the way. Rob and Frank know. They've read the worked-over Journals of Lewis and Clark. Me, I've even seen the originals. I swear those curious pages make my heart jump to this very day, even after our travels on the soil of France just now-France, the country that practically gave us our country, or almost all of it west of the Missouri, more than a hundred years ago. She didn't know, and we didn't know. Well, we helped pay the rest of the price, if there was anything left back, at Chateau Thierry and in the Argonne."
His sister was looking at the stiffened leg, and Uncle Dick frowned at that. "It's nothing," said he. "Think of the others."
"And all for what?" he mused, later. "All for what, if it wasn't for America, and for what America was meant to be, and for what America was and is? So, about my boys-what d'ye think, my dear, if they wandered with me, hobbling back from the soil of old France, over the soil of the New France that once lay up the Big Muddy, yon-that New France which Napoleon gave to make New America? Any harm about that, what?... Lest we forget! Lest all this America of ours to-day forget! Eh, what?"
By this time his sister had quite finished smoothing out the work on her knee. "Of course, I knew all along you'd go somewhere," she said. "You'd find a war, or anything like that, too tame! Will you never settle down, Richard!"
"I hope not."
"But you'll take the boys out of school."
"Not at all. To the contrary, I'll put them in school, and a good one. Besides, we'll not start till after school is anyhow almost out for the spring term. We'll just be about as early as Lewis and Clark up the Missouri in the spring."
"You'll be going by rail?"
"Certainly not! We'll be going by boat, small boat, little boat, maybe not all boat."
"A year! Two years!"
Uncle Dick smiled. "Well, no. We've only got this summer to go up the Missouri and back, so, maybe as Rob did when he enlisted for eighteen, we'll have to smouch a little!"
"I'll warrant you've talked it all over with those boys already."
Uncle Dick smiled guiltily. "I shouldn't wonder!" he admitted.
"And, naturally, they're keen to go!"
"Naturally. What boy wouldn't be, if he were a real boy and a real American? Our own old, strange, splendid America! What boy wouldn't?
"Besides," he added, "I'd like to trace that old trail myself, some day. I've always been crazy to."
"Yes, crazy! Always poring over old maps. Why do we need study the old passes over the Rockies, Richard? There's not an earthly bit of use in it. All we need know is when the train starts, and you can look on the time card for all the rest. We don't need geography of that sort now. What we need now is a geography of Europe, so we can see where the battles were fought, and that sort of thing."
"Yes? Well, that's what I'm getting at. I've just a notion that we're studying the map of Europe-and Asia-to-day and to-morrow, when we study the old mountain passes of the Rockies, my dear.
"And," he added, firmly, "my boys shall know them! Because I know that in that way they'll be studying not only the geography, but the history of all the world! When they come back, maybe they-maybe you-will know why so many boys now are asleep in the Argonne hills and woods in France. Maybe they'll see the old Lewis and Clark trail extending on out across the Pacific, even."
"You're so funny, Richard!"
"Oh, I reckon so, I reckon so! The old Crusaders were funny people, too-marching all the way from England and France, just to take Jerusalem. But look what a walk they had!"
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The Young Alaskans on the Missouri
Emerson Hough
Literature
Chapter 1 FOLLOWING LEWIS AND CLARK
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Chapter 2 READY FOR THE RIVER
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Chapter 3 "ADVENTURER, OF AMERICA"
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Chapter 4 THE EARLY ADVENTURERS
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Chapter 5 OFF UP THE RIVER
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Chapter 6 THE LOG OF THE "ADVENTURER"
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Chapter 7 THE GATE OF THE WEST
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Chapter 8 HO! FOR THE PLATTE!
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Chapter 9 SHIPWRECK
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Chapter 10 AT THE PLATTE
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Chapter 11 AMONG THE SIOUX
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Chapter 12 THE LOST HUNTER
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Chapter 13 GETTING NORTH
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Chapter 14 IN DAYS OF OLD
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Chapter 15 AMONG THE MANDANS
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Chapter 16 OLD DAYS ON THE RIVER
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Chapter 17 AT THE YELLOWSTONE
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Chapter 18 WHERE THE ROAD FORKED
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Chapter 19 AT THE GREAT FALLS
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Chapter 20 READY FOR THE RIVER HEAD
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Chapter 21 THE PACK TRAIN
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Chapter 22 AT THE THREE FORKS
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Chapter 23 SUNSET ON THE OLD RANGE
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Chapter 24 NEARING THE SOURCE
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Chapter 25 BEAVERHEAD CAMP
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Chapter 26 THE JUMP-OFF CAMP
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Chapter 27 THE UTMOST SOURCE
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Chapter 28 SPORT WITH ROD AND REEL
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Chapter 29 THE HEAD OF THE GREAT RIVER
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Chapter 30 SPORTING PLANS
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Chapter 31 AMONG THE GRAYLING
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Chapter 32 AT BILLY'S RANCH
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Chapter 33 HOMEWARD BOUND
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