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481 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1947
When it sent goods to its upriver posts, the American Fur Company marked them up one hundred percent as a first charge before the field partners were to begin figuring a profit. Sublette & Company would charge the RMF Company a considerably higher mark-up than that, and were counting on it being increased by the differential (sometimes fifty percent) between mountains and St. Louis prices for the beaver in which it would be paid. In turn, the RMF Company would either double and redouble prices when it distributed the goods to either mountain men or Indians. When the mountain man was the ultimate consumer, he would pay, in beaver, prices which were seldom less than a thousand percent above St. Louis costs for only the most expensive items and which for many items ran up to two thousand percent. Only the best trappers, and they only when advantageously placed for bargaining, could clear their annual indebtedness for outfits and have something left. Few…ever got out of debt, fewer still took a stake back east with them, none ever made a competence.
[F]rom now on everything about the countryside was new and strange…They headed westward into Kansas, then turned northwest, crossing innumerable creeks and such rivers as the Kansas and the Big Blue. Beyond the Little Blue, which brought them to Nebraska, and on to the Coasts of the Nebraska, the valley of the Platte. This was prairie country, lush with grass that would be belly-high on your horse, or higher, by June. In May it was spongy from violent rains, in long stretches little better than a bog. The rains struck suddenly and disastrously, drowning you out of your blankets, interspersed with snow flurries or showers of hailstones as big as a fist, driven by gales that blew your possessions over the prairie and froze your bones. Continuous deafening thunder might last for hours at a time. It stampeded the stock, by day scattering packs for five miles perhaps, by night scattering horses and mules even farther…Every creek was a river, every river a sound, and every brook a morass – and across these a hundred and fifty horses and mules, with sheep and the cows, had to be cursed, beaten, and sometimes pulled by rope…The prairies were beautiful with flowers, waving grasses, and the song of birds…but not during the spring rains. You took it.
William Gray worked faster [than fellow missionary Elkanah Walker]. He had come east to enlarge the mission and procure necessities for it, among which an helpmeet was high on the list. (He was satisfying an envy by taking a three-months course of medical lectures during the winter and called himself “Doctor” till he got to [the mission at] Waiilatpu, where Marcus Whitman excised the title). But either he had some small selectivity or, as seems likely, it was hard to find a woman who could tolerate the prospect of Mr. Gray even for the love of God. But on February 19 he met Mary Augusta Dix and on February 26 he married her, thus completing his personal outfit…