That morning he had engaged in two fights, and had knocked down and flogged both of the men whom he had assailed.

The traders had brought whiskey to the rendezvous, and probably whiskey was at the bottom of these troubles.

Mr.Carson was quietly talking with some of his friends, in one part of the extended encampment, when the swaggering bully came along seeking to provoke another fight.
"These Americans," said he, "are all cowards; they are all women.

I am going into the bush to cut some rods and I'll switch every one of them." Kit Carson immediately stepped forward in his calm, unimpassioned way, and with his soft and almost feminine voice said: "Captain Shunan, I am an American and one of the smallest and weakest of them all.

We have no disposition to quarrel with any one.