Thirty-One Years on the Plains and in the Mountains, Or, the Last Voice from the Plains eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 540 pages of information about Thirty-One Years on the Plains and in the Mountains, Or, the Last Voice from the Plains.

Thirty-One Years on the Plains and in the Mountains, Or, the Last Voice from the Plains eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 540 pages of information about Thirty-One Years on the Plains and in the Mountains, Or, the Last Voice from the Plains.
“You can take care of the horses can’t you, and if everything is favorable, Cap and I can take care of the Indians.”  Late in the afternoon I told them what course to travel, and taking advantage of the ground, I pushed on to see the Indians go into camp.  When I started the guide told me there was water about a mile above where the Indians were, and that they were pulling for it.  He said there was a fine spring of water in a little bunch of timber, and that the Indians always camped there when they were going to and from their hunting ground.  Sure enough, when they came to this little grove they all dismounted and turned their horses loose entirely, then commenced to roast their antelope meat for supper.  I hurried back to meet my companions, and we succeeded in getting within a quarter of a mile of the Indians.  By this time it was getting dark.

We picketed our horses and sat down to eat our cold lunch, after which we started down to the camp, but were very cautious how we traveled.  When in sight of the camp-fire we could see them all plainly sitting around it.  We lay silent and watched them and their movements.  In a few minutes two of them got up and went out to where their horses were and drove them all up together to less than one hundred yards of where we lay.  It was so dark we could not see them, but could hear them talking very distinctly.  After having rounded their horses up together they returned to the fire.  Thinking they would lie down in a short time, for they did not seem to suspect any trouble that night, we started to crawl down to their camp, all abreast.  After our guide, Freeman, found that I was determined to attack them he seemed to muster up courage and come right to the front like a man.  My object in crawling near their camp so soon was to see in just what position they lay before the fire went out, and when the last one laid down we were within fifty yards of them.  I told the boys we had a soft thing of it, for each of us had two revolvers and a good knife, and the Indians were all lying close together with their feet towards the fire.  I told them we would wait two hours as near as we could guess the time and then they would be asleep; that then we would crawl up and send them to their happy hunting-ground.  After waiting until we thought they were asleep we crawled down to their camp, again all three abreast, George on my right and Freeman on my left; and so we drew near, their fire had not gone entirely out, and a little breeze now and then would cause it to blaze up just enough so that we were able to get their exact positions.  I told the boys to watch me and when I raised to my feet for both to raise and draw both revolvers as we would then be right at their heads, and for each man to stick the muzzle of each of his pistols to an Indian’s head and fire; George to take the two on my right and Freeman the two on toy left, and I to take the two in the middle, and after firing each man was to jump back two jumps, so in case one of us should miss one of his men that we would be out of their reach, thereby enabling us to get all of them without taking any chances ourselves.

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