Buckskin Mose: Or, Life From the Lakes to the Pacific, as Actor, Circus-Rider, Detective, Ranger, Gold-Digger, Indian Scout, and Guide.Perrie, George W.
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Buckskin Mose: Or, Life From the Lakes to the Pacific, as Actor, Circus-Rider, Detective, Ranger, Gold-Digger, Indian Scout, and Guide.
Perrie, George W.
Frontier and pioneer life -- West (U.S.) -- Fiction; Latter Day Saints -- Fiction; Western stories
"Please Heaven! it may be, Hank!" I answered, as I watched the
approaching cloud intently.
In a few moments, we were able to detect the forms of some fourteen
horsemen coming straight toward us, at a rapid rate.
"They are a mere flea-bite for the red devils," he exclaimed,
querulously. "However, we may make a better show, with them to help us."
The whole of our companions were now watching them, as also were the
Indians, who commenced a movement, from our right and left, towards the
approaching party.
"We must go to their assistance," I said to Harry.
"H'in course we must," cried Brighton Bill, making a step to the spot
where our horses were.
"See!" cried Arnold, with a shout of irrepressible joy, "the red skunks
are trapped."
When he uttered this, he pointed to one side of the knoll. At the same
instant, Stanaford grasped my shoulder and called my attention to the
other. Our attention had hitherto been so engrossed by the approach of
this party, that we had not detected the advance upon either side, of
two much larger bodies. These reckoned, as we subsequently learned, more
than two hundred each. Gardner and Jasper had done their work well, and
deserved all gratitude for the courage and speed with which they had
carried through the work they had entered upon.
Moreover, the attention of the Bannocks had been engrossed with the
approach of that party of our fellow-countrymen which I had, the very
moment before, in company with Harry Arnold, noticed.
When they heard the rolling thunder of our shout of joy, and knew that
we were mounting our horses, they gazed round upon either side. In an
instant, they became aware of the manner in which they had been trapped.
There was a moment of hurried consultation. After this, they seemed to
be stricken with perfect dismay. The presence of our friends had smitten
them with a thorough panic. A telling volley had been poured in upon
their shrinking figures, when we charged upon them.
It was with the yell of a band of tigers.
Shouting, clubbing, striking, and stabbing, we broke in, upon all we
came across.
For the time, we were in a complete delirium of savage rage. So much so,
indeed, that no incident of the struggle can be in any way recalled by
me, for the next two hours.
At the close of these, my recollection had come back. I was far to the
north of our camping-ground. Noon was waning into evening. The blue sky
of the morning was seamed and blurred with rushing cloud. The horse I
was mounted on was urged by me, in a headlong chase, after two flying
figures. In the commencing shadow of the evening, I was enabled to see
that they were Indians.
Did I not recognize one of them?
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