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Jones' Pantoscope of California - Part 1 (33 pages)
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Page: of 33
JONES’ PANTOSCOPE OF CALIFORNIA 115
around the buffaloes in the distance frighten them over the pricipice
and thus thousands are destroyed annually simply for pastime and
their robes.
We have now attained the altitude of five thousand feet The atmosiphere has become remarkably pure and the vision much Extended,
Far away in the westward the traveller descries the tall shaft of Chimney Rock, and two more days Travel brings him to the base of one of
the greatest Curiosities of Earth. A Tall Shaft of Dark Ferregiones
Sandstone towers gracefully above a conical pedistal of Marl The
whole reaching it is Computed 5.00 Feet. This is a region of storms,
Sudden, & Terrific. In a moment as it were by magic a dark Cloud
rushes up from the Black Hills charged with rain & hail Cimmernan
Darkness prevails, Animals affrighted Stampede. Tent Cords are
snapped perhaps as the traveller is eating his meals, and away go animels, Tents, and dinner, With the traveller & his hat close at their
heels
Scotts BLUFFS
Torn by the abrading storms of Centuries into the resemblence of
Bastions and fortifications, take their name from Capt Scott a Mountaineer who was a few Years since driven upon the ijarger hill and
starved by Indians. [Illustration missing. ]
Near these hills is Located an Indian grave Yard—Showing the manner in which the Oglallak Sioux the Cheyyenne and other tribes, bury
their dead——The bodies are wrappid in skins lightly bound with provisions for their journey to the spirit Land, and placed on platforms
or trees above the reach of men, and wolves. In the Course of Time
the skins wear away, and the skulls dropping off, are collected in
sacred circles by the Indian Women Who take their Work and chatt
all day long to the sculls of their departed husbands or children believing their spirits to be hoverring in the air. Such are natures prompting of an immortal future. The government agent Col Mitchell is
here negotating a treaty with a number of Tribes of Indians The
Crow & Usage are seen on the left dressed in gaudy plumage — These
are the richest indians of the plains, at one time There were 10,000
of these swarthy savages gathered here awaiting the arrival of the
government train with presents. Unfortunately these presents are all
they care about. No sooner is the agent gone, than they plunder the
first Emigrant who comes in their way.
Fort Laramie is a government Station late the property of the
American Fur Company Their old adoba fortification May be seen
upon the left
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