THE tom-toms had silenced beating at Old Fort Union. The wolfish wind had ceased ramping, and the Upper Missouri special was speeding West to that last frontier, where the Indian made his most desperate stand against the advancing tides of a white race, who, curiously enough, in their fur trade had given the Indian the most deadly weapons to resist the aggressions of the white man--"the stick that thundered," firearms, and the white man's religious belief engrafted on Indian myth, that a racial Messiah might arise to save the Indians from extermination.
Every point passed was redolent with traditions. Here was the town of Culbertson, named after the famous bourgeois who ruled this No Man's Land in the days of McKenzie and the fur traders. Here was Wolf Point, where Larpenteur, the trader, almost lost his life on the fighting ground between Blackfeet and Assiniboine. "The Grosventres are at war with the Blackfeet,"