On the very spot, I heard the story 

 of the tragic Indian fight by one who 

 claimed to have been an eye-witness. 

 Every place where each member of 

 that heroic band fell, doing his duty, is 

 marked by a small marble monument, 

 and as I looked over the battle ground 

 and saw these symbols of beating hearts, 

 long still in death, clustered in twos 

 and threes and a dozen where each had 

 made the last stand, every pillar seemed 

 to become a shadowy soldier ; the whole 

 awful shame of the massacre swept over 

 me, and I was glad to head my horse ab- 

 ruptly for home. And then there were 

 other things to think about, things 

 more intimate and real. No sooner 

 did the Great Goer's nose point in the 

 direction of his stable than he gaye a 

 great bound, as though a bee had stung 

 him; then he lowered his head, laid 

 back his ears, and — gallopped home. 



