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"
Watch
for
an
attack
now
maybe
,
Captain
,
"
Aaron
Cochrane
said
to
father
.
"
That
man
the
boys
seen
has
rid
in
for
a
purpose
.
The
whites
are
holding
the
Indians
till
they
get
orders
from
higher
up
.
Maybe
that
man
brung
the
orders
one
way
or
the
other
.
They
ai
n't
sparing
horseflesh
,
that
's
one
thing
sure
.
"
Half
an
hour
after
our
return
Laban
attempted
a
scout
under
a
white
flag
.
But
he
had
not
gone
twenty
feet
outside
the
circle
when
the
Indians
opened
fire
on
him
and
sent
him
back
on
the
run
.
Just
before
sundown
I
was
in
the
rifle
pit
holding
the
baby
,
while
mother
was
spreading
the
blankets
for
a
bed
.
There
were
so
many
of
us
that
we
were
packed
and
jammed
.
So
little
room
was
there
that
many
of
the
women
the
night
before
had
sat
up
and
slept
with
their
heads
bowed
on
their
knees
.
Right
alongside
of
me
,
so
near
that
when
he
tossed
his
arms
about
he
struck
me
on
the
shoulder
,
Silas
Dunlap
was
dying
.
He
had
been
shot
in
the
head
in
the
first
attack
,
and
all
the
second
day
was
out
of
his
head
and
raving
and
singing
doggerel
.
One
of
his
songs
,
that
he
sang
over
and
over
,
until
it
made
mother
frantic
nervous
,
was
:
"
Said
the
first
little
devil
to
the
second
little
devil
,
'
Give
me
some
tobaccy
from
your
old
tobaccy
box
.
'
Said
the
second
little
devil
to
the
first
little
devil
,
'
Stick
close
to
your
money
and
close
to
your
rocks
,
An
'
you
'll
always
have
tobaccy
in
your
old
tobaccy
box
.
"'
I
was
sitting
directly
alongside
of
him
,
holding
the
baby
,
when
the
attack
burst
on
us
.
It
was
sundown
,
and
I
was
staring
with
all
my
eyes
at
Silas
Dunlap
who
was
just
in
the
final
act
of
dying
.
His
wife
,
Sarah
,
had
one
hand
resting
on
his
forehead
.
Both
she
and
her
Aunt
Martha
were
crying
softly
.
And
then
it
came
--
explosions
and
bullets
from
hundreds
of
rifles
.
Clear
around
from
east
to
west
,
by
way
of
the
north
,
they
had
strung
out
in
half
a
circle
and
were
pumping
lead
in
our
position
.
Everybody
in
the
rifle
pit
flattened
down
.
Lots
of
the
younger
children
set
up
a-squalling
,
and
it
kept
the
women
busy
hushing
them
.
Some
of
the
women
screamed
at
first
,
but
not
many
.
Thousands
of
shots
must
haven
rained
in
on
us
in
the
next
few
minutes
.
How
I
wanted
to
crawl
out
to
the
trench
under
the
wagons
where
our
men
were
keeping
up
a
steady
but
irregular
fire
!
Each
was
shooting
on
his
own
whenever
he
saw
a
man
to
pull
trigger
on
.
But
mother
suspected
me
,
for
she
made
me
crouch
down
and
keep
right
on
holding
the
baby
.
I
was
just
taking
a
look
at
Silas
Dunlap
--
he
was
still
quivering
--
when
the
little
Castleton
baby
was
killed
.
Dorothy
Castleton
,
herself
only
about
ten
,
was
holding
it
,
so
that
it
was
killed
in
her
arms
.
She
was
not
hurt
at
all
.
I
heard
them
talking
about
it
,
and
they
conjectured
that
the
bullet
must
have
struck
high
on
one
of
the
wagons
and
been
deflected
down
into
the
rifle
pit
.
It
was
just
an
accident
,
they
said
,
and
that
except
for
such
accidents
we
were
safe
where
we
were
.
When
I
looked
again
Silas
Dunlap
was
dead
,
and
I
suffered
distinct
disappointment
in
being
cheated
out
of
witnessing
that
particular
event
.
I
had
never
been
lucky
enough
to
see
a
man
actually
die
before
my
eyes
.
