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carbines worth, and your soldiers with their fine uniforms and 
drill? It is only the old lesson we are teaching you: our fore- 
- fathers taught it to Braddock, and it has been repeated many 
times since ; but we shall drive it into you deeper than ever 
it has been before, ha! ha! You thought we had all gone, 
but our eyes were never off you; and now we are gathering 
our warriors from every hiding-place. This is the way we 
call them out—whoop! whoop! whoop! and they are lining 
the edge of the cafion before and behind you. You can take 
your time. It is only ten miles to the mouth; and the 
farther you go, the deeper the cafions get. Perhaps you wish 
to retreat? It is only eight miles back, and you know what 
‘sort of a path it is. From the cedars on the brink we will 
“pick you off at our leisure, and you shall not see one of us. 
This country belongs to us—the whole of it; and we do not 
want your people here, nor your soldiers, nor your railroad. 
Get away to where you belong—if you can, ha! ha!” 
It was not all this in detail, but the sum and concentration 
of it, that flashed through my mind as I listened to those 
yells, now rising clear and wild on the breeze, and now dying 
away in the distance. 
- We moved close up to the foot of the wall, from the top of 
which the shots came, thinking it would be too steep for 
them to hit us; but the great’rocks that came rolling down 
] upon us, resounding almost like heavy ordnance through the 
- cafion, drove us away from that slight shelter. Here was a 
new danger, and a very serious one, since there was no hope 
that this kind of ammunition would give out, and the Indians 
evidently knew how to use it. 
“Now, officers, be quick and sharp in giving your orders ! 
_ Throw away precedent and drill, and come down to native 
- common-sense !” “ Now, soldiers, be prompt, and jump at the 
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