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mand, and, if necessary, enforce their immediate surrender. Thirty mi- 

 nutes only would be allowed for a decision. 



Cols. Snively and Wartield urged many arguments to prove the injustice 

 of his demand and the fallacy of the premises upon which it was based, but 

 all to no purpose. The Captain was inflexible. 



Meanwhile, the American troops had crossed the river, and were drawn 

 up in front of the Texans ready for action. It was vain for a force of 

 eighty men to attempt holding out against one hundred and sixty United 

 States Dragoons, backed by two field-pieces. Retreat, too, was impracti- 

 cable, and they accordingly surrendered their arms, upon Texan territory, 

 in compliance with the unjust demands of the American commander. 



Forty of the prisoners were escorted to Fort Leavenworth, and the re- 

 mainder set at liberty, and left with only twelve rifles to fight their way back 

 to Texas, through the heart of the Cumanche country. They had, how- 

 ever, previously managed to secrete a quantity of arms and ammunition, 

 and, in a few minutes subsequent to their release, were fully equipped and 

 ready to meet a Mexican force of eight times their number. 



Col. Warfield was elected commander of the newly organized company, 

 who immediately set out in quest of the enemy. 



But here a new obstacle presented itself; — the whole country was swarm- 

 ing with Cumanche and Kuyawa Indians ; so much so that a further pro- 

 secution of the campaign must inevitably prove most disastrous. This 

 circumstance led to the abandonment of the purposes of the expedition, and 

 the scanty remnants of the army engaged in it took up their line of march 

 for Texas, where they arrived during the month of July following, wasted 

 by toil and suffering, as well as by repeated conflicts with a relentless 

 savage foe. 



Thus ended the second attempt to subjugate the province of Santa Fe to 

 the government of the new-born Republic of Texas. 



A few days preceding this grand finale, a small party, including myself, 

 commenced its journey to the mountains adjoining the head waters of the 

 Platte river. We were all on foot, and suffered greatly from fatigue and 

 thirst during our dreary march over the plains of burning sand and withered 

 stubble that impeded our progress for some distance. 



Crossing the Arkansas at a point several miles below Bent's Fort, we 

 proceeded up one of the numerous dry creeks finding their discharge into 

 that stream from the north, and, on the fifth day subsequent, arrived at a 

 grove of Cottonwood, upon a watercourse near the eastern extremity of 

 the " Divide," and in the immediate vicinity of several tributaries of both 

 the Platte and Kansas rivers. Here the abundance of buffiilo induced four 

 of us to remain for a short time, while the others continued their course. 



The intermediate country from the Arkansas to this place, presents an 

 uninviting aspect, and, though not naturally sterile, is rendered repulsive 

 from its extreme aridity. The creeks are most of them mere beds of sand, 

 entirely destitute of water, except at brief intervals when their percolated 

 currents are shown in brackish pools, soon again to inhume themselves in 

 the willing earth. 



There is rarely a tree in the whole distance, which circumstance adds 



