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One cold
night, Meek was put on guard on the further side
of the camp, with a veteran named Reese. But neither the veteran nor
the youngster could resist the approaches of " tired Nature's sweet
restorer," and went to sleep at their post of duty. When,
during the night, Sublette came out of his tent and gave the challenge--
" All's well! " there was no reply. To quote Meek's own
language, " Sublette came round the horse-pen swearing and
snorting. He was powerful mad. Before he got to where Reese
was, he made so much noise that he waked him; and Reese, in a loud
whisper, called to him, 'Down, Billy! Indians!' Sublette got down on
his belly mighty quick. 'Whar? Whar?' he asked. " 'They
were right there when you hollered so,' said Reese. " 'Where is Meek ?' whispered Sublette.
" 'He is
trying to shoot one,' answered Reese, still in a whisper. " Reese then crawled over to whar I war, and told me what had been said, and informed me what to do. In a few minutes I crept cautiously over to Reese's post, when Sublette asked me how many Indians-had been thar, and I told him I couldn't make out their number. In the morning a pair of Indian moccasins war found whar Reese saw the Indians, which I had taken care to leave there; and thus confirmed, our story got us the credit of vigilance, instead of our receiving our just dues for neglect of duty."
From Joe Meek: River of the West.
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