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raise up to see what was in front of us. 
stuck my hat above my boulders, an’ three 
were fired at it, one pluggin’ it. All of 
inutes passed. We couldn’t hear anything, 
anything, an’ the awful wait got on our 
I was gettin’ desperate, half-minded to 
up a bit an have a look anyhow, when a 
shootin’ broke out in the valley, an’ 
' an’ lookin’ over the cliff, I saw the most 
■1’ sight ever. About a hundred Mexican 
rs was chasin’ the rest of the outfit, an’ 
vere ridin’ furious up the valley, their 
an’ cattle herd scatterin’ in all directions. 
■ ick up your hats fellers an’ try if there’s 
dy in front of us now,’ said Irish. We did 
:: not a single shot was fired. We waited 
an’ then jumped from cover. Only the 
:,e Irish had killed was in sight, the rest 
ipped at the first sight of what was goin’ 
>wn below. By this time the fleein’ 
us were right under us, an’ standin’ there 
I edge of the cliff we opened fire on ’em. 
ly we worked our Henrys was somethin’ 
I In less time than it takes to tell it, more 
alf of them had tumbled off their horses, 
- rest 4crossin’ the stream, jumped from 
orses an’ took to the cliffs on that side 
! valley. You can gamble that the 
iins quit the chase right there. 
Jl, we got our burros an’ went back down 
i sh, when we met the soldiers, an’ the 
n of ’em, a mighty fine Ibokin’ fellow 
■ Ruiz, gave us some news. He said that 
untry was alive with Apaches just come 
i rom Arizona, an’ that they were attackin’ 
'dements all along the edge of the plain, 
in’ people, an’ stealing women an’ stock. 
Would you believe it, this very outfit had got 
away with three women from a little settlement 
near San Diego, an’ the moment the soldiers 
came in sight they had killed ’em. We buried 
the poor things right where they had fallen. 
An’ then we took the captain’s advice. We 
pulled out of the mountains an’ went down on 
the plains for a while.” 
A Crow Victory. 
Long ago, about 1819, a party of thirty-two 
Cheyennes, chiefly Him’ 6 we yuhk’ is, were 
traveling on the war path through this country. 
They came upon a Crow Indian who was a scout 
•—the leader of the Crow camp, but a long way 
ahead. They charged and killed him, but had 
hardly done this when the whole Crow tribe 
appeared. The Cheyennes were driven up on 
a hill and fought and fought, but there were too 
many Crows. 
1 wo scouts had been sent out by the Chey¬ 
ennes, and from a distance they saw the party 
who attacked their people. They saw also that 
they could do no good by joining the party, and 
knew if they, too, were killed, no one would 
be left to take back to the Cheyenne camp the 
news of what had happened. So they did not 
try to join their people. 
There were three different camps of Crows, 
and runners sent out, brought them all to the 
spot. They camped all around the hill, and ‘the 
Cheyennes had no chance to get away, and did 
not try to do so. If there had been only one 
camp of the Crows they might have done some¬ 
thing, but three were too many. 
The Crows say that there was a Crow who 
had crept pretty close to the Cheyennes and was 
shooting at them through a cleft in the rock and 
had killed several. 
The Cheyennes called to a certain man who 
had a gun and must have been a good shot, and 
told him about the Crow. They said, “He is 
shooting from that crevice in the rock.” The 
man lay down and aimed at the cleft, and when 
the Crow raised his head to shoot again, the 
man fired and hit the Crow in the middle of 
the forehead and killed him. He sprang for¬ 
ward and his body remained hanging, head 
downward, half over the rock. This same man 
sung a song and held up his gun to the sun, and 
then struck the butt on the ground and shot and 
killed a Crow. Four times he did this and killed 
four Crows. These were his last shots. The 
Cheyennes knew who this was, for they knew 
his song, which the Crows afterward sung to 
them. It was One-Eeyed Antelope. 
The Cheyennes fought all day and night. The 
evening of the second day they ran out .of ammu¬ 
nition and arrows. Then they drew their butcher 
knives and made a charge on the Crows, fight¬ 
ing hand to hand. The Crows acknowledged 
that the Cheyennes killed twenty-five of them, 
but some Crows say that many more than that 
were killed. This was on Standing Crow Creek, 
so named by the Crows from a Cheyenne who, 
in this fight, imitated a crow. He fought hard 
and was brave, but neither the Crows nor the 
Cheyennes knew who it was. He called like a 
crow and hopped about outside the breastworks. 
Then the Cheyennes made the grand charge 
and all were killed. It was to avenge this kill¬ 
ing that the medicine arrows were taken against 
the Crows the following year—say 1820. 
G. B. G. 
Swift Habits. 
Forest and Stream: 
■ set up an old stove with two lengths 
J below the well, where the water for the 
washing was heated during warm 
1 • The stove had not been used for 
■ days, when one June afternoon I heard 
>?e scratching noise in the pipe. Think- 
-'lay a joke on a chipmunk, I clapped my 
r the Pipe and climbed up on the stove 
stigate. The scratching continued. I 
I to hear a rueful chuckle when I peeped 
'get a glimpse of the animal before he 
d into the stove. What was my sur- 
len i discovered a chimney swift cling- 
be pipe. Perhaps the damper fixtures 
oven troublesome, and prevented a 
‘ exit when I approached. I reached in 
1 and drew him out. What a wide-eyed, 
■ n g. frightened bird it was! When I 
him he dashed wildly away through 
' s. 
st ‘ n g time the swift explores the 
’ 1 places, as though the chimney habit 
was not yet firmly fixed in him. The door- 
yard well is an open one, with the old-fashioned 
sweep and bucket. On several occasions I have 
seen the swift drop down the well as into 1 
chimney; and once on lowering the bucket one 
came up unexpectedly and passed me like a 
s h°t- Will W. Christman. 
Casually, not Usually—A Correction. 
In an editorial note appended to W. W. Christ¬ 
man’s note on the taking of the black vulture 
in New York, a typographical error precisely 
reversed the meaning intended to be expressed. 
The letter is headed “A Tourist from Carolina,” 
and the appended note reads, “The black vulture 
is found usually as far north as Maine and 
North Dakota.” The note as written read, “The 
black vulture is found casually as far north as 
Maine and North Dakota.” As a matter of fact 
the species has been found so far north only 
a very few times, and then as a mere straggler. 
Its ordinary range is not much north of the 
Carolinas and the Mississippi Valley. 
Turkey-Guinea Cross. 
Raleigh, N. C., July 3.— Editor Forest and 
Stream: For several years there has been in 
the zoo at Pullen Park, at Raleigh, a fowl which 
is a cross between a turkey and a guinea. 
There were several of these, three or four, but 
all died except this one. It was first brought 
here and given to the curator of the State 
Museum. It is very friendly and not at all pug¬ 
nacious. It is quite large, is light in color, has a 
true turkey head and its feathers are somewhat 
mottled. It seems to be a hardy fowl. 
The white herons are returning and are to 
be seen daily. On a pond south of here there 
are numbers of these beautiful birds, and they 
are nesting. F. A. Olds. 
A PLEASING DESSERT 
always wins favor for the housekeeper. The 
many possibilities of Borden’s Peerless Brand 
Evaporated Milk (unsweetened) make it a boon 
to the woman who wishes to provide these 
delicacies for her family with convenience and 
economy. Dilute Peerless Milk to desired rich¬ 
ness and use same as fresh milk or cream. 
— Adv. 
