their favor ten to one.  There were unerring marksmen on both sides.  No one could expose himself to the aim of either party without almost certain death.  Kit Carson and one of his companions, by the name of Markhead, were the foremost of the band of trappers, and they stood behind trees not far from each other.  As Carson was watching the movements of a burly savage, who was endeavoring to get a shot at him, he saw another savage taking deliberate aim, from his concealment, at Markhead.

With the rapidity of thought Carson wheeled around, and at the same instant the bullet from his rifle pierced the heart of the savage and he fell dead.  But there was another report, almost simultaneous with that from Carson’s gun.  A bullet whizzed through the air, touched the bark of the tree, behind which nearly the whole of Carson’s body was concealed, and severed one of the sinews of his shoulder, shattering a portion of the bone.  The blood gushed freely from the wound, and Carson fell, almost fainting, to the ground.  With much difficulty his friends succeeded in bearing him off from the field, and in their rough kindness ministered to his wants.

This loss of Carson’s guidance and arm was irreparable and fatal to the trappers.  Still they continued the battle valiantly, holding the Indians at bay until night came.  The night was bitter cold.  The trappers could not light any fire, for it would surely guide the Indians to their retreat, and present them as fair targets to the bullets of the savages.

Disappointed as these bold men were, they had the consolation of feeling that the wound of their leader had not passed unavenged.  They were sure that several of the Indians had been killed and many wounded.  Though they did not doubt that the Indians would still fight desperately in defence, they did not fear that they would venture to pursue and to attack the trappers where they could choose their own ground.  The trappers therefore, bearing as tenderly as possible their wounded leader, commenced their return to the camp which they reached in safety.  The savages, as it afterward appeared, fled as rapidly as possible in the other direction.

The adventure added to the reputation of Kit Carson.  All admitted that it was to save the life of a comrade that he had imperilled his own.  And no one doubted that, but for his wound, his sagacity would have triumphed over the savages, and that he would have brought back all the horses.  It was immediately decided, in general council, that another expedition of thirty men, under Captain Bridger, should pursue and chastise the thieves.  This well armed party vigorously followed the Indian trail for several days.  But the savages had fled so rapidly, into distant and unknown parts, that they could not be overtaken.  The trappers returned disappointed to their camp.