The Lieutenant said:  “I think I will attack them at once,” and asked me if I had their horses located.  I told him I had.  He then gave orders for all of the men to muffle their spurs, and he asked me to take my four men and as soon as the charge was made to make a dash for the horses, cut them off and stampede them.  So we made the start, my scouts and I on the extreme right of their entire command.  The Lieutenant had explained to the command that he would give the word in an undertone, each corporal to take it up, and they also had orders to hold their sabres up in a way that they could not make any noise.  Being good starlight that night, one could see fairly well.  We rode within less than one hundred yards of the Indian camp before the word was given to charge.  When we were in sight of the horses we raised the yell and they all started, and we did not let them stop until at headquarters the next morning at daybreak.  At this haul we got one hundred and eighty-two horses.

The Lieutenant returned with his command at ten o’clock the same morning, and he told me that he didn’t think a dozen Indians escaped.

In this engagement he did not lose a man, and only a few were wounded, but five horses were hurt, and those he had killed after returning to headquarters, claiming that in this warm climate, where the flies were so bad, it took too much attention to cure them.

The two days following were days of rest with us, very little being done in the way of scouting.  On the morning of the third day after the battle, George and his force went out to make a tour around the camp, and Lieut.  Jackson, myself and four scouts went out to try to kill some deer, as we were getting very hungry for fresh meat, having been so long on bacon that we were all sick and tired of it.  That day we killed four deer, and that night we camped six miles from our quarters.  The next morning the Lieutenant sent to headquarters for ten pack animals, and we remained to hunt.  In two days we killed all the game we could pack to camp on the ten animals.  On our return the Lieutenant said to me:  “This part we will have to keep to ourselves, for if we tell the General that we were out hunting and spent three days on the trip he would swear until everything around would turn blue.”

After this we made two and three day scouting trips.  While out on one of these, I found where the Apache stronghold was; down in a deep canyon, which since then has been known as Black canyon.  From all appearance the greater part of the tribe was there.  This canyon was tributary to the Colorado, and the hardest place to get into I have ever seen in the Rocky Mountains.