But not a trapper or a horse was visible.
Nothing was found there but silence and solitude.

Still they came rushing on, shouting and brandishing their weapons, when suddenly and to their great consternation, the reports of the rifles were heard and fourteen bullets struck fourteen warriors.

Several were killed outright, others were seriously wounded.

Before the savages had recovered from their consternation the rifles were reloaded and every man was ready for another discharge.
The brave Blackfeet wavered for a moment, and then with unearthly yells, made a simultaneous charge upon the thicket.

Carson was in the midst of his little band.