The Indians Were Well Mounted And Felt

The Indians Were Well Mounted And Felt Proud And Elated Because They Had Been Made United States Soldiers.

After Crossing The Smoky Hill River, I Felt Comparatively Safe As This Was The Last Stream I Had To Cross.

Indians Were Frequently Off Their Reservations.

With The Help Of A Friend I Got Father Into A Wagon, When The Crowd Had Gone. I Held His Head In My Lap During The Ride Home. I Believed He Was Mortally Wounded. He Had Been Stabbed Down Through The Kidneys, Leaving An Ugly Wound.

The Indians Kept Increasing In Numbers Until It Was Estimated That We Were Fighting From 800 To 1,000 Of Them.