But the Indians were not good shots, evidently, for our men brought in the water without being hit.
Beyond an occasional shot into camp the morning passed quietly.

We had settled down in the rifle pit, and, being used to rough living, were comfortable enough.

Of course it was bad for the families of those who had been killed, and there was the taking care of the wounded.

I was for ever stealing away from mother in my insatiable curiosity to see everything that was going on, and I managed to see pretty much of everything.

Inside the corral, to the south of the big rifle pit, the men dug a hole and buried the seven men and two women all together.