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All
was
work
with
us
on
the
instant
.
While
the
wagons
were
being
dragged
and
chained
into
the
circle
with
tongues
inside
--
I
saw
women
and
little
boys
and
girls
flinging
their
strength
on
the
wheel
spokes
to
help
--
we
took
toll
of
our
losses
.
First
,
and
gravest
of
all
,
our
last
animal
had
been
run
off
.
Next
,
lying
about
the
fires
they
had
been
building
,
were
seven
of
our
men
.
Four
were
dead
,
and
three
were
dying
.
Other
men
,
wounded
,
were
being
cared
for
by
the
women
.
Little
Rish
Hardacre
had
been
struck
in
the
arm
by
a
heavy
ball
.
He
was
no
more
than
six
,
and
I
remember
looking
on
with
mouth
agape
while
his
mother
held
him
on
her
lap
and
his
father
set
about
bandaging
the
wound
.
Little
Rish
had
stopped
crying
.
I
could
see
the
tears
on
his
cheeks
while
he
stared
wonderingly
at
a
sliver
of
broken
bone
sticking
out
of
his
forearm
.
Granny
White
was
found
dead
in
the
Foxwell
wagon
.
She
was
a
fat
and
helpless
old
woman
who
never
did
anything
but
sit
down
all
the
time
and
smoke
a
pipe
.
She
was
the
mother
of
Abby
Foxwell
.
And
Mrs.
Grant
had
been
killed
.
Her
husband
sat
beside
her
body
.
He
was
very
quiet
.
There
were
no
tears
in
his
eyes
.
He
just
sat
there
,
his
rifle
across
his
knees
,
and
everybody
left
him
alone
.
Under
father
's
directions
the
company
was
working
like
so
many
beavers
.
The
men
dug
a
big
rifle
pit
in
the
centre
of
the
corral
,
forming
a
breastwork
out
of
the
displaced
sand
.
Into
this
pit
the
women
dragged
bedding
,
food
,
and
all
sorts
of
necessaries
from
the
wagons
.
All
the
children
helped
.
There
was
no
whimpering
,
and
little
or
no
excitement
.
There
was
work
to
be
done
,
and
all
of
us
were
folks
born
to
work
.
The
big
rifle
pit
was
for
the
women
and
children
.
Under
the
wagons
,
completely
around
the
circle
,
a
shallow
trench
was
dug
and
an
earthwork
thrown
up
.
This
was
for
the
fighting
men
.
Laban
returned
from
a
scout
.
He
reported
that
the
Indians
had
withdrawn
the
matter
of
half
a
mile
,
and
were
holding
a
powwow
.
Also
he
had
seen
them
carry
six
of
their
number
off
the
field
,
three
of
which
,
he
said
,
were
deaders
.
From
time
to
time
,
during
the
morning
of
that
first
day
,
we
observed
clouds
of
dust
that
advertised
the
movements
of
considerable
bodies
of
mounted
men
.
These
clouds
of
dust
came
toward
us
,
hemming
us
in
on
all
sides
.
But
we
saw
no
living
creature
.
One
cloud
of
dirt
only
moved
away
from
us
.
It
was
a
large
cloud
,
and
everybody
said
it
was
our
cattle
being
driven
off
.
And
our
forty
great
wagons
that
had
rolled
over
the
Rockies
and
half
across
the
continent
stood
in
a
helpless
circle
.
Without
cattle
they
could
roll
no
farther
.
At
noon
Laban
came
in
from
another
scout
.
He
had
seen
fresh
Indians
arriving
from
the
south
,
showing
that
we
were
being
closed
in
.
It
was
at
this
time
that
we
saw
a
dozen
white
men
ride
out
on
the
crest
of
a
low
hill
to
the
east
and
look
down
on
us
.
"
That
settles
it
,
"
Laban
said
to
father
.
"
The
Indians
have
been
put
up
to
it
.
"
