” I supposed that I was the only one of the party left, unless it be my wife, and the speculations upon her fate almost set me mad. “
I’ll focus on the human drama of the Indians’ encounters with tourists in Yellowstone Park.
“I saw half a dozen guns leveled at me so I made myself small as I could…. Bang! bang! bang! then zip! zip! zip! went the balls, but none struck me.”
What would it feel like to wake up in a wilderness with a lead slug embedded in your skull and remember watching your wife being dragged away by hostile Indians?