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you knowed j)ainted cusses wer glued ter ther oppo- 

 site side on 'em. 



"W.e had fightin' until night ag'in, but no men 

 were killed arter the fust day. The savages were 

 cautious-like, and took long range fur it. We now 

 commenced cuttin' off the hind quarters of our dead 

 bosses, and boilin' small pieces in a empty pickle-jar 

 belongin' ter ther colonel. Burke, he 'd dug a shal- 

 low well, too, which gave us plenty of water. Hoss 

 meat is n't relishin' at fust. One kin eat it, but, as 

 ther feller said about crow, he don't hanker arter it. 

 Ther gases had got all through ther carcasses, and 

 we had ter sprinkle lots o' gunpowder inter the pot, 

 to kill the taste. 



" The fust hoss cut up was my old sorrel. He 

 did n't go well while livin', and could n't be expected 

 to when dead. Instead of takin' a straight course, and 

 givin' some satisfaction, he jumped across all the 

 turns inside o' me, and brought up bump agin my 

 hide, as if he wer comin' through. He had that 

 same trick o' cuttin' corners when livin', and I per- 

 ceded ter give him up as a uncontrollable piece of 

 hoss flesh. 



"When night come on agin, Pliley and Whitney 

 attempted ter get through ther Injun lines and make 

 fur Wallace, but were driven back. Fur ther next 

 few days we kept eatin' hoss flesh, and fightin' oc- 

 casionally. The third night Pliley and Donovan suc- 

 ceeded in gettin' away. 



" On the fourth day. Doctor Moore died. After the 

 fifth, no Injuns was visible, and we gathered prickly 

 pears and eat 'em, boilin' some down inter syrup. 



