Joel snorted. âHe donât follow orders well.â
âWe need provisions,â Will protested. âWe have to go on.â
Joel blew a puff of smoke, then said, âDrew does what he likes. Not much of a soldier, if you ask me.â
From beneath his blanket, Jonah murmured, âSuits me. I like seeing the country.â
âHah,â Joel said. âSay that again when our mules are fully loaded after we hit Boise.â
The messengers were gone when Will awoke on the morning of September 4. Drewâs unit continued through Jordan Creek Valley. They reached the creek that evening, then camped on Jordan Creek for three nights, letting the wagons and their teams rest while Drew and a few of his men explored the region.
Once again, Joel waxed on about how Drew wasnât following orders. âWeâs supposed to be headed to Klamath, and heâs restinâ on the way to Boise? This is just like when he didnât bother arrivinâ in Klamath until late July. The man is a law unto himself.â
âBut the wagons canât travelââ Will said.
âHe could let the wagons fend for themselves,â Joel argued. âThey ainât a part of his mission. His first orders were for a reconnaissance expedition, and now his orders are to return to Klamath. He ainât done either with any speed.â
Jordan Creek itself was a series of pools with dry stretches in between. The larger pools were deep and full of fish, with willows growing along the banks.
While the others lay near their campfires, Drew asked Will to scribe for him. âYou thought any more about what I said?â Drew asked.
âSir?â Will didnât know what Drew meant.
âAbout the Army.â Drew was already drinking, though it was only midafternoon. âYouâre the type of young man the Army needs.â
âIâm not sure I want to fight Indians, sir,â Will said.
Drew squinted at him. âThatâs our responsibility, boy. We must protect the Christian whites who want to profit from this land.â
Will couldnât help glancing outside the tent at the barren land.
Drew barked a laugh. âWell, this valleyâs a little dry for settlers, except for right along the creek,â he acknowledged. âBut much of Oregon is prime land, wouldnât you say?â
âI know lots of farmers making a good living,â Will agreed. âJonah Pershingâs family, for example.â
âAnd they couldnât farm if they faced savages rampaging through their claims, could they?â
âNo, sir,â Will said. âBut my father told me the Indians were generally responding to wrongs done to them by white men.â
Drew snorted. âYou got some growing up to do, son. Understand the white manâs place in the world.â He waved his cigar at Will. âYou do that, youâll be a credit to the Army.â
âWhat about the treaty negotiations?â Will ventured to ask.
âWhat about them?â Drew said.
âYour ordersââ
âMy orders are mine to deal with. I know enough about the tribes in these parts to have some concern about how the negotiations might proceed.â But that was all Drew offered on the subject.
Will didnât want to press him any further. He couldnât tell if the colonel supported treaty negotiations or thought them pointless. He left his session with Drew more confused than ever.
On the expeditionâs first evening on Jordan Creek, settlers living in the area joined them in camp. âWe sleep here near the creek every night,â one man told the militia members. âWe mine during the day, or farm our fields, but we come together for protection at night.â
âWhat about your mining supplies and farm implements?â Drew asked.
âWe just hope theyâre there in the morning. But them murderinâ varmints done killed enough of us already. Better our goods is stolen than we die.â
âDo you mean the local tribes have killed whites in the area?â Drew asked the man.
âYes, sir. They done killed Jordan back in the spring, along with several other men.â
âWho was Jordan?â Drew asked.
âHe found this valley, started the placer mine.â The man gestured at the rest of the group. âWe all followed him. Itâs good prospectinâ land, but we canât live in peace with the tribes on the rampage.â
âJordan,â Drew mused, as if he were trying to remember. âAh, yes. I remember hearing of the incident. Colonel Maury from Fort Boise forayed here when he learned of Jordanâs death.â
âYes, sir, he did,â the prospector said. âBut he and his men was too late. Weâd gone after the murderinâ bastards, but they got away.â
âSo now youâre waiting for them to attack again?â Drew asked.
âThatâs why we band together.â The man nodded. âWe aim to keep our scalps, even if they steal our tools.â
âWhat would you need for better protection from the Army?â Drew asked.
The prospectors went into a lengthy description of the need for a military presence in the valley. âThem Indians rendezvous about forty miles south of here. We need cavalry right there, where the soldiers can guard the Humboldt route and the mines in this valley.â
Drew told Will to write down what they heard. âIâll add the prospectorsâ perspective into my report.â
The next morning, while the emigrants and packers rested their animals, Drew took his soldiers and Will to visit the mines. They followed the prospectors who had stayed with them the night before.
The placer mines were concentrated in a small area near Little Jordan Creek. As they stopped at one minerâs digs, Drew asked the prospector, âHow much gold do you pull out of the ground in a day?â
ââBout fifty dollars at most,â was the reply. âUsually lessân that. A lot of silver mixed in the ore. More silver than gold. We make a livinâ, though we ainât got rich yet.â
âYet you keep mining,â Drew mused aloud.
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The cavalry squad rode through the district and found a few quartz mines beginning to replace the placer mines. Drew swept an arm to encompass the land they saw. âQuartz mining will take over the entire district within a year,â he told Will. âThey can be worked more cheaply. These men already have mills that will be ready to work within weeks. But the region wonât prosper until they can get machinery in here to purify the metal before itâs shipped.â
That evening, when they were back in camp, Drew dictated, âI agree with the prospectors that this valley and its citizens deserve the Armyâs protection. With the numbers of tribesmen passing through and rendezvousing at the head of the valley, a military outpost could well be justified.â