Small as were the numbers engaged, limited as was the field of action, there was perhaps never a battle in which more personal courage was displayed, or in which more skill and endurance was called into requisition.

Not unfrequently a trapper would occupy one side of a large boulder and an Indian warrior the other, each watching for the life of his adversary, while every fibre of mental and muscular power were roused to activity.

Neither could leave his covert without certain death, and one or the other must inevitably fall.
For an hour or two this dreadful conflict continued.

Gradually the superiority of the white man, and the vast advantage which the rifle gave, began to be manifest.

The Indians were slowly driven back, from tree to rock, from rock to tree.