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to escape another shower. Looking up, they saw, a short 

 distance above them, a party of Indians, in all the hideous- 

 ness of war-paint, preparing to fire at them a second time. 

 Without waiting to see any more, they discharged their 

 rifles at the group and fled at their utmost speed down the 

 mountain-side. The Indians followed in hot pursuit, yell- 

 ing like panthers, and sending either a bullet or an arrow 

 after them whenever a good opportunity presented itself. 

 The fugitives rarely gave them the chance, however, as they 

 dodged among the crags, and bowed low when they scur- 



RIVER SCENE, MONTANA. 



ried through or past any sheltering bushes. The chase 

 lasted for a distance of four miles, when they fortunately 

 struck a canyon, and into this they plunged with a sudden- 

 ness that nearly carried them to the bottom at one bound. 

 Along this they ran with renewed energy, and, in fifteen 

 minutes after entering it, were delighted to find that the 

 Indians had lost their trail or had been outrun. They 

 reached their cabin late in the evening, but, instead of rest- 

 ing, they mounted their mustangs and went around among 

 the miners, arousing them to the danger that threatened 



