Susan Colby, University of Oklahoma Press (Norman) 2004.
Fascinating summer that it has been, began in May with a 4x4
excursion to the banks of Oregon’s Owyhee River in search of the resting place
of J.B. (Pomp) Charbonneau, infant member of Lewis and Clark’s Corps of
Discovery.
July found me following the Clearwater and crossing Lolo
Pass almost in the footsteps of that expedition.
August, and I’m at Fort Clatsop, their western most outpost at
the mouth of the Collumbia. There,
at the bookshop, I secure Sacagawea’s Child: The Life and Times of
Jean-Baptiste Charbonneau.
Reading through the biography of this relatively unsung man,
I realize his heritage, upbringing, character and strength was pivotal to our
westward movement. William Clark
ensured his education. Duke Paul of
Wurttemberg – nephew of the czar of Russia – introduced him to an “enlightened”
Europe. But his heart belonged to
the west where “…there is a charm in the loneliness – an enchantment in the
solitude – a witching variety among the sameness…” (pg 117) never allowed him
to settle in a city for long. “The
Indian lodge and his native fastness possessed greater charms than the luxuries
of civilized life.” (pg 115)
Having read the stories of those he knew and helped: Jed
Smith, William Sublette, James Beckwourth, Stephen Watts Kearney, John Fremont;
Having traveled now some of Pomp’s trails – across the Rockies, along the
Powder and the Yellowstone, into the Black Hills, returning through the Tetons
– and discovering that he spent 13 valuable years living a scant 12 miles from
my home in Rocklin, I am impressed by this man’s forgiving character and
service to others.
Colby’s biography moved me to eagerly turn pages yet to
pause often in reflection of the land he embraced and the cavalcade he lived.
Pomp, it turns out, spent
the thirteen years prior to a fateful departure for the Montana mines about 20
miles east of my home. The Placer
County Herald reported that Mr. Charbonneau and buckskinned compatriot James
Beckwourth cooperated in the running of a hotel at Murderers Bar on the Middle
Fork of the American for a short period of time. I’ll be seeking that site soon.
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Church of the Open Road Press
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