[A] The Kalespelms, more commonly called Flathead Indians, who dwell on and near Lake Pend d'Oreille.
"Yes," said Hugh, "that's so. In the early days before my time the Blackfeet were thought to be a terrible people."
"Yes, indeed," said Jack, "I've read some of the old books about the early trappers and they are always talking about the danger from the Blackfeet, and how they would lie in wait for the trappers, as they went along the streams gathering their fur in the morning, and kill them, or how they would try to run off their horses. Sometimes they would have big battles with them. The trappers, I think, were mostly at peace with the Snakes and perhaps with other tribes, and often camped with them, and when the Blackfeet were troublesome, if the trappers had Indian allies, they often used to follow up the Blackfeet, and punish them pretty severely for the raids they had made on them."
"Well," said Hugh, "as I was saying, we haven't talked much about this and none of us here know much about the country ahead of us. I came up once, trapping, as far as the head of the lake. I got a few beaver, and once I killed an elk just above the head of the lake, but beyond there I have not been. Still, I guess we'll be able to find our way. The valley is narrow and the mountains high on either side, and we cannot very well get out of that trough, but, on the other hand, it may be pretty bad going there. The whole valley may be a swamp or a succession of little lakes and it's possible that we can't find a way to the head of it at all. The only way to learn about it is to try. Anyhow, it's new country. I never heard of anybody going up on the river above the lake, except one man, old man Ellis. He told me once about going up there and said that he got across to the other side of the range, but he said it was pretty hard traveling for the animals, and that in one place they had to lower their horses by ropes over some bad places."
"Do you mean to say, Hugh, that no white men have been up here, except that one?"
"He's the only one I ever heard about," replied Hugh. "And I never felt quite sure that he got as far as he thought he did. At all events it won't be a bad trip to make, unless the flies are too awful bothersome, and by the way, son, to-morrow morning before we start, we'd better get out that strip of mosquito bar that you put in. If the mosquitoes are bad we'll need it before very long."