Thar they air ten men, an' the rest's gone.

Woodhull's wagons, but he ain't thar.

Wagons burned, mules standing with arrers in them, rest all dead but a few.

Hit's the Pawnees!" The column leaders all galloped forward, seeing first what later most of the entire train saw--the abominable phenomena of Indian warfare on the Plains.
Scattered over a quarter of a mile, where the wagons had stood not grouped and perhaps not guarded, lay heaps of wreckage beside heaps of ashes.

One by one the corpses were picked out, here, there, over more than a mile of ground.