They ain't sparing horseflesh, that's one thing sure." Half an hour after our return Laban attempted a scout under a white flag.
But he had not gone twenty feet outside the circle when the Indians opened fire on him and sent him back on the run.
Just before sundown I was in the rifle pit holding the baby, while mother was spreading the blankets for a bed.

There were so many of us that we were packed and jammed.

So little room was there that many of the women the night before had sat up and slept with their heads bowed on their knees.

Right alongside of me, so near that when he tossed his arms about he struck me on the shoulder, Silas Dunlap was dying.

He had been shot in the head in the first attack, and all the second day was out of his head and raving and singing doggerel.