He had no thought of any such honor and with all his modesty could not but feel that he was eminently fitted for the performance of its duties.

No one had travelled so extensively through the west, and no one could understand the nature of native Americans better than he.

A hundred tribes knew of "Father Kit," as he soon came to be called, and they referred to him as a man who never spoke with a "double tongue," and who was just toward them at all times.

He had ventured among the hostiles more than once where the bravest white man dared not follow him, and had spent days and nights in their lodges without being offered the slightest indignity.

Kit Carson was brave, truthful, kind and honest.
Aside from the gratification which one naturally feels, when receiving an appointment that is pleasant in every respect, and which he holds thoroughly "in hand," as may be said, the honest mountaineer was especially delighted over the thought that his government conferred it without any solicitation on his part.
But the man who accepts the position of Indian Agent and conscientiously attends to its duties has no sinecure on his hands.