They have always been a daring and warlike people, and the early explorers of the Far West probably met with more trouble from them than from any other tribe on the continent.
Carson and his companions ran in difficulty at once.

The Blackfeet seemed to swarm through the woods, and sent in their treacherous shots from the most unexpected quarters.

Whoever made the round of the traps in the morning was almost certain to be fired upon.

Matters became so bad that after a time the trappers decided to leave the country.
Accordingly they made their way to the Big Snake River where they went into quarters for the winter.

Even there they were not safe from molestation at the hands of their old enemies the Blackfeet.
One night, when there was no moon or stars, a band of warriors stole into camp and ran off about twenty of the best horses.