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A Sojourn With Royalty (October 26, 1865) (13 pages)
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Page: of 13
myself that we would take good care of His Majesty, and return him safe and sound
into; their hands. ;
This we did, of course, when the King saddled his own little pony, and with a wave
of his hand, departed, amid the shouts of the commoners, on a hunt for acorns. It was
a master stroke of policy thus to mislead public opinion and put it on the wrong
track. It was the quintessence of diplomacy, and Weimer the King chuckled over it
with glee, illustrating in himself the words of, the poet, with a slight alliteration :
E'en monarchs hae been kenn'd,
In pious rapture,
At times a rousing whid to vend,
An' nail 't in Scripture.
The excuse, public, weal. We had with us a Cherokee Indian named Charlie,
an intelligent, smart, brave fellow, and the best shot with a rifle or pistol I ever saw.
There were four of us---a King; a trader, a Cherokee and a Block-head.
As I am only illustrating some traits of royalty, I do not propose to give a
circumstantial account of our trip, our escape from wild animals, which swarmed the
mountain thickets then, nor from a Piute ambuscade, and shall only relate incidents of
the trip to illustrate royal habits, or prove that I have rubbed against a King.
In our passage to Dutch Flat, at that time consisting of only two log cabins,
Charlie shot a squirrel. His Majesty put the four-legged bird into his pocket (for he
condescended to wear an old cast-off suit of clothes), saying it would be "mucha good
fish for supper."
When we halted for night, by a pretty brook, the King, who was fond of good
living, and by the way something of an epicure, brought. out his squirrel, and
commenced preparing it for our evening meal. He first split the end of a stick and
placed the squirrel in it.Then he held it over the blazing fire, and singed the hair off,
then scraping away the hot ashes and scooping a little hole in the ground, put the
vegetable in, covering it first with green leaves, then with a layer of hot ashes, after
which, with live coals, left it to bake.
" But, Four Majesty," said I respectfully,” you forgot to take the entrails out." -