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<h2>CHAPTER X.</h2>
<h2>INDIAN LIFE.</h2>
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<p>The Camanches are supposed to be a branch or subdivision of the Shoshone
or Snake nation, who, under various names or tribal appellations,
dominate the entire area from the borders of British America to the Rio
Grande. Although these tribes are known by many different names, such as
"Shoshones," "Bonacks," "Utahs," "Lipans," "Apaches," "Navajoes,"
"Pawnee Picts," "Camanches," or "Cayguas," they vary but little in their
general habits of life. Such differences as do exist are mainly the
result of variations of climate.</p>
<p>Until within a few years, the Camanches were undoubtedly the most
warlike and powerful race of Indians on the continent. With the Apaches,
Navajoes, and Lipans, they formed a sort of Indian confederacy; rarely
at war among themselves, but always with the whites; and when united,
able to put a force in the field which would ride over the Texan
frontier like a whirlwind; and without hesitation penetrate hundreds of
miles into Mexico, desolating whole provinces, returning sated with
slaughter, and burdened <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</SPAN></span>with plunder. The Camanches are, or rather were
at this time, divided into five bands, usually acting entirely
independently of one another, but uniting in case of emergency; or for
the purpose of making their annual raid on the Mexican towns. This
occurs at the season when the buffaloes have migrated to the north, and
is jocularly termed by the savages the "Mexican moon." It was on their
return from one of these expeditions that the band of Tonsaroyoo, the
head chief of the nation, had intercepted our unlucky party. The band of
Tonsaroyoo (Lone Wolf) was the most numerous and powerful of the five,
and hence was usually able to undertake their forays without the
assistance of the other parties. Twice only during my long residence
among them was a general levy or muster of the whole nation deemed
necessary; and it was a spectacle not easily forgotten. In the first
instance a raid of greater magnitude than usual had been determined
upon, and every warrior was assembled to take part in it. Assembled at
our village, they were joined by nearly five hundred Apaches, led by
Mah-to-chee-ga (Little Bear), their second chief. Thus, when they
defiled through the western portal of the valley, Tonsaroyoo rode at the
head of nearly seven thousand warriors.</p>
<p>With the Camanches, as with most other tribes, the chief rank is held by
hereditary descent. Thus, the son of a chief usually succeeds his father
in the rulership of his tribe or band; there are, of course, <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</SPAN></span>exceptions
to this; but it is the general rule. The head chief and second chief of
the nation, however, are chosen from among the chiefs of each tribe; the
selection being made by the council. This body numbers twelve members,
and are chosen by the whole nation; holding their positions during life,
or until incapacitated by old age. Among them are found the most
distinguished warriors of the tribe, and the head priest is also
included in their number.</p>
<p>The installation of a new counselor is considered by the Indians an
occasion of great importance; and as it is a very interesting ceremony,
I will briefly describe it.</p>
<p>On the occasion in question, Ar-ran-e-jah (Bloody Arm), had announced
his determination to retire from the position of first counselor, which
he had held for many years. Calling together the chiefs and braves, he
addressed them somewhat as follows: "Brothers, warriors of the Hietan;
for many winters Bloody Arm has faithfully served you. He is no longer
young, his body is weakened by the many wounds he has received in your
defence, and he wishes for repose; and to be no longer burdened with the
cares of the council. Bloody Arm's medicine is no longer good upon the
war path; and he will enter the medicine lodge so that he will not be
obliged to go to war, but can end his days in peace. We have many brave
young warriors, who are deserving of promotion, let one of these be
selected to fill my place; and may <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</SPAN></span>his medicine be good and his
war-path be fortunate Warriors, I now give up the office of first
counselor I have done."</p>
<p>Tonsaroyoo replied as follows: "Arranejah, our hearts are sorry that you
have decided to cease to be our first counselor. You have served the
nation long and faithfully; your counsel has been wise; under your
guidance we have greatly prospered, and we would rather that you should
still direct us. But you say that your body is weak, and that you desire
repose. It is well—we know that you have received many wounds at the
hands of our enemies; that you were always first in the charge, and
never turned your back upon the foe. We honor you, for your bravery, and
you will always possess the love and respect of your people.</p>
<p>"Now we must select a twelfth counselor. Will you name him for us?"</p>
<p>"No, Tonsaroyoo," said the old man: "I never had an enemy among my
warriors, and I will not begin to make them now. They are all brave, and
I should not know whom to choose. Let the nation decide who is to
succeed me. I have done."</p>
<p>The form of an election was then gone through with; two braves being
named for the position by the counsel, and a vote taken in the following
manner: Two heaps of shells, one black, the other white, were placed
upon the ground before the temple. Each warrior selected one from either
pile, as he preferred, <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</SPAN></span>and placed the shells so taken so as to form a
third pile. When all had deposited a shell in this heap, they were
counted by two of the elder counselors, and the first candidate, who was
a protégé of Tonsaroyoo, was declared rejected, having received too many
of the black shells; as the rule is that if more than a certain
prescribed number (which varies according to the number taking part in
the election), are cast against a candidate he must be withdrawn, and
another presented for approval.</p>
<p>On the second ballot, Nau-ce-dah (Strong Shield), was chosen without
opposition. He belonged to the band of Ston-ha-won, and was selected as
much because of the personal popularity of his chief as from any merit
of his own; for, although a daring warrior, he was a reckless fellow,
and scarcely fitted to command or advise.</p>
<p>The ceremony of his installation followed, and was conducted within a
medicine lodge, erected for that especial purpose. Here were assembled
the chiefs, priests, members of the council, and the leading warriors,
with as many of the other braves as could possibly crowd into it. The
new dignitary was then presented with a <i>white</i> buffalo robe, and a
head-dress of eagle's plumes, stained red, the insignia of his office.
New arms and equipments were given him, and it was formally announced
that Naucedah was the twelfth counselor of the Camanche nation; and that
the next war party should be led by him. <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</SPAN></span>More speech-making followed,
some of it decidedly eloquent, but with which I will not weary the
reader. Tonsaroyoo presented the new counselor with twenty horses and a
magnificent white shield; the assemblage then separated. The remainder
of the day was devoted to feasting in honor of the event; the younger
warriors amusing themselves as usual with horse racing and ball play.</p>
<p>Naucedah failed to justify the wisdom of this selection, for his first
war party resulted in disaster. Starting with about eighty warriors on a
raid into the Utah country to steal horses, he led his unlucky band into
an ambush, and barely twenty of them escaped; their leader being among
the killed.</p>
<p>The marriage relation can hardly be said to exist among the Camanches.
Each chief or warrior, it is true, may have as many wives as he pleases,
and they generally please to have a rather liberal number; but the tie
is not a sacred one as with us; and no ceremony is required to legalize
it. The commerce of the sexes is practically unrestricted. The Camanche
procures his wife, or more properly his slave, by purchase, by barter,
or as in the case of the white captives, by force of arms; and he
disposes of her in an equally summary fashion when wearied of her.</p>
<p>One particularly horrid custom to which their white prisoners are
frequently subjected is the following: It sometimes occurs that a
dispute will arise as to the ownership of a white captive; in this event
it is <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</SPAN></span>referred to the council for settlement; and should they be unable
to agree upon a decision, she then becomes <i>common property</i>, the victim
of <i>all</i>!</p>
<p>The Camanche has the same aversion to labor of any kind which
characterizes all the aboriginal races. When not on the war path, or
engaged in the pursuit of game, his time is about equally divided
between eating, smoking, gambling, and sleeping. All the burdens of life
fall upon the women, and they must endure them as best they may. Their
duty it is to plant and cultivate the maize, and the few fruits and
berries which the Indians deem necessary for food. They gather and
prepare the piñon nuts, and <i>cure</i> the tasajo, and prepare the food for
their brutal masters. In the dressing of skins, and the manufacture of
leggings, moccasins, and the few other articles of apparel which are
required for comfort or ornament, they are especially skilled; and
despite their multifarious duties they manage to accomplish a great deal
of this work.</p>
<p>In the matter of diet the Camanches are not by any means particular.
Buffalo meat is their staple, and they prefer this to any other food;
but when this fails them, there are always horses in plenty; and I found
"horse-beef" to be very good eating, although at first the very idea of
tasting it was repulsive to me. Before I had returned to civilization,
however, I had partaken of so many queer dishes, and strange articles of
food, that, if hungry, I do not think I would <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</SPAN></span>hesitate at anything
short of cannibalism. A sort of stew, of which the flesh of young
puppies forms the principal ingredient, is another Camanche luxury, and
I learned in time to consider it very palatable; but I fancy most people
would rather take it for granted than put it to the test. However, if
any of my readers feel disposed to try the experiment, I can assure them
that they may do so without fear of unpleasant consequences.</p>
<p>The Camanches, in common with all the other "horse-Indians," are much
addicted to horse racing; and almost every afternoon some sport of this
kind would take place on the plain before the village. These trials of
speed were for some wager, and the younger warriors would frequently
lose all their worldly possessions in backing some unlucky steed, whose
powers of speed or endurance they had overrated. At such times the
taunts and exultation of the victors would sometimes give rise to a
quarrel; knives would be drawn and brandished, and a bloody fight seem
imminent, but the "Yau-pa-sai-na," or Indian policemen, would usually
succeed in quelling the disturbance before much harm could be done. If
his efforts seemed unavailing, the appearance of Tonsaroyoo, battle axe
in hand, would be the signal for an immediate dispersion of the crowd;
the intending combatants, especially, sneaking off with great
precipitation. Knowing the fiery temper of Lone Wolf, and the fact that
he looked upon these brawls and <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</SPAN></span>affrays with great disfavor, and had
strictly prohibited their occurrence, the quarrelsome young warriors
fully apprehended that he would have no hesitation in braining the first
offender who came within his reach.</p>
<p>This warlike chieftain was a man of very marked ability, and governed
his tribe with admirable skill and judgment. From his severity, however,
he was feared rather than liked by his people, and although implicitly
obeyed at all times, he did not possess a tithe of the popularity which
Stonhawon, the second chief, enjoyed. The latter was a bold, manly
fellow; a really brave man and a sagacious leader; unusually successful
in war, his parties never returned without either "hair or horses," as
was frequently the case with others, and his invariable good nature and
lavish generosity rendered him a universal favorite with his people. He
was a pure-blooded Camanche, and altogether, one of the finest specimens
of his race I ever beheld. To him I am indebted for many acts of
kindness, and but for his favor, the opportunity of which I availed
myself for making my escape, might never have occurred.</p>
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