With almost the rapidity of thought the rifles were again loaded and the whole united band rushed forward upon the Indians who were now flying wildly in all directions.

Instinct taught them to perform all sorts of gyrations to avoid the bullets which pursued them.

They made no attempt to rally, though many of their proud warriors were left behind lifeless, or struggling in the convulsions of death.
The power of the rifle was such that, in those days, forty or fifty men never hesitated to engage whole tribe, though it might number one or two thousand warriors.

A man will fight with terrible persistence when he knows that defeat is inevitable death by torture.

It is a thousandfold better to fall beneath the arrow, the tomahawk or the war-club, than to be consumed alive amid the jeers and tortures of yelling Indians inspired with demoniac instincts.