3i0 NO HARM DONE. 



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from the land of dreams, ran their heads 

 ajrainst the waorons — others called out for 

 their guns wliile they had them in their hands. 

 During the height of the bustle and uproar, a 

 Mexican servant was observed leaning with 

 his back against a wagon, and his fusil ele- 

 vated at an angle of forty-five degrees, cock- 

 ing and pulling the trigger without ceasing, 

 and exclaiming at every snap, " Carajo, no 

 sirve /" — Curse it, if s good for nothing. 



The firing still continued — ^the yells grew 

 fiercer and more frequent; and everything 

 betokened the approach of a terrible conflict 

 Meanwhile a number of persons were en- 

 gaged in securing the mules and horses which 

 were staked around the encampment; and 

 in a few minutes they were all shut up in the 

 corral — a hundred head or more in a pen 

 formed by seven wagons. The enemy faihng 



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frighten off 



stock, they soon began to retreat; and in a 

 few minutes nothing more was to be heard 

 of them. All that we could discover the next 

 morning was, that none of our party had sus- 

 tained any injury, and that we had not lost a 

 single animal. 



The Pawnees have been among the most 

 formidable and treacherous enemies of the 

 Santa Fe traders. But the former have also 

 suffered a little in turn from the caravans. In 

 1832, a company of traders were approached 

 by a single Pawnee chief, who commenced a 

 parley with them, when he was shot down by 

 a Pueblo Indian of New Mexico who hap- 



