They commenced setting their traps on this stream.
Slowly they followed up the banks, gathering in the morning what they had taken through the night.
One morning a party of half a dozen trappers, who had gone about two miles from the camp to examine their traps, encountered a band of Blackfeet Indians, who fired upon them.

The trappers immediately retreated with the greatest rapidity.

Though closely pursued by their swift-footed foes they reached the camp in safety.

It so happened, that near their camp there was quite an extensive thicket of tall trees and dense underbrush.

Kit Carson, not knowing how numerous the Indians might be who were coming upon him, directed the men as quickly as possible to conceal themselves and animals in the thicket.
Scarcely had the order been executed when the Indians with hideous yells came rushing towards the camp.