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This
morning
of
the
second
day
our
men
,
going
for
water
,
were
fired
upon
.
The
spring
was
only
a
hundred
feet
outside
our
circle
,
but
the
way
to
it
was
commanded
by
the
Indians
who
now
occupied
the
low
hill
to
the
east
.
It
was
close
range
,
for
the
hill
could
not
have
been
more
than
fifteen
rods
away
.
But
the
Indians
were
not
good
shots
,
evidently
,
for
our
men
brought
in
the
water
without
being
hit
.
Beyond
an
occasional
shot
into
camp
the
morning
passed
quietly
.
We
had
settled
down
in
the
rifle
pit
,
and
,
being
used
to
rough
living
,
were
comfortable
enough
.
Of
course
it
was
bad
for
the
families
of
those
who
had
been
killed
,
and
there
was
the
taking
care
of
the
wounded
.
I
was
for
ever
stealing
away
from
mother
in
my
insatiable
curiosity
to
see
everything
that
was
going
on
,
and
I
managed
to
see
pretty
much
of
everything
.
Inside
the
corral
,
to
the
south
of
the
big
rifle
pit
,
the
men
dug
a
hole
and
buried
the
seven
men
and
two
women
all
together
.
Only
Mrs.
Hastings
,
who
had
lost
her
husband
and
father
,
made
much
trouble
.
She
cried
and
screamed
out
,
and
it
took
the
other
women
a
long
time
to
quiet
her
.
On
the
low
hill
to
the
east
the
Indians
kept
up
a
tremendous
powwowing
and
yelling
.
But
beyond
an
occasional
harmless
shot
they
did
nothing
.
"
What
's
the
matter
with
the
ornery
cusses
?
"
Laban
impatiently
wanted
to
know
.
"
Ca
n't
they
make
up
their
minds
what
they
're
goin
'
to
do
,
an
'
then
do
it
?
"
It
was
hot
in
the
corral
that
afternoon
.
The
sun
blazed
down
out
of
a
cloudless
sky
,
and
there
was
no
wind
.
The
men
,
lying
with
their
rifles
in
the
trench
under
the
wagons
,
were
partly
shaded
;
but
the
big
rifle
pit
,
in
which
were
over
a
hundred
women
and
children
,
was
exposed
to
the
full
power
of
the
sun
.
Here
,
too
,
were
the
wounded
men
,
over
whom
we
erected
awnings
of
blankets
.
It
was
crowded
and
stifling
in
the
pit
,
and
I
was
for
ever
stealing
out
of
it
to
the
firing-line
,
and
making
a
great
to-do
at
carrying
messages
for
father
.
Our
grave
mistake
had
been
in
not
forming
the
wagon-circle
so
as
to
inclose
the
spring
.
This
had
been
due
to
the
excitement
of
the
first
attack
,
when
we
did
not
know
how
quickly
it
might
be
followed
by
a
second
one
.
And
now
it
was
too
late
.
At
fifteen
rods
'
distance
from
the
Indian
position
on
the
hill
we
did
not
dare
unchain
our
wagons
.
Inside
the
corral
,
south
of
the
graves
,
we
constructed
a
latrine
,
and
,
north
of
the
rifle
pit
in
the
centre
,
a
couple
of
men
were
told
off
by
father
to
dig
a
well
for
water
.
In
the
mid-afternoon
of
that
day
,
which
was
the
second
day
,
we
saw
Lee
again
.
He
was
on
foot
,
crossing
diagonally
over
the
meadow
to
the
north-west
just
out
of
rifle-shot
from
us
.
Father
hoisted
one
of
mother
's
sheets
on
a
couple
of
ox-goads
lashed
together
.
This
was
our
white
flag
.
But
Lee
took
no
notice
of
it
,
continuing
on
his
way
.
Laban
was
for
trying
a
long
shot
at
him
,
but
father
stopped
him
,
saying
that
it
was
evident
the
whites
had
not
made
up
their
minds
what
they
were
going
to
do
with
us
,
and
that
a
shot
at
Lee
might
hurry
them
into
making
up
their
minds
the
wrong
way
.
