on the camp. General Gibbon
had cautioned him to exercise great care going into the brush at that
point, and told him to keep under cover of the brush and river bank as
much as possible, but the brave young man knew no fear and bade his men
follow him. One of them called to him just as he was entering a thicket
where a party of Indians were believed to be lurking, and said:

"Hold on, Lieutenant; don't go in there; it's sure death." But he
pressed on, regardless of his own safety, and just as he reached the
edge of the brush an Indian raised up within a few feet of him and
fired, killing him instantly.

The Indian was immediately riddled with bullets, and then the men
charged madly into and through the brush, dealing death to every Indian
who came in their way, and the blood of many a redskin crimsoned the
sod, whose life counted against that of this gallant young officer.
Thus he, who had led the night march over the mountains; who had by
day, with his comrade, crawled up, located and reconnoitered the Indian
camp, and sent the news of his discovery to his chief; who had on the
following night aided that chief so signally in moving his command to
the field and in planning the attack; who had gallantly led one wing of
the little army in that fierce charge through the jungle and into the
hostile camp, had laid down his noble life, and his comrades mourned
him as a model officer, a good friend, a brave soldier.

Soon after the assault was made on the camp a squad of mounted warriors
was sent to round up the large herd of horses, some 1,500 in number, on
the hill-side, half a mile away, and drive them down the river, General
Gibbon saw this movement and sent a small party of citizen scouts to
turn the horses his way and drive the herders off. A sharp skirmish
ensued between the two parties, in which several whites and Indians
were wounded, but the Indians being mounted and the citizens on foot,
the former succeeded in rounding up the herd and driving it down the
river beyond the reach of Gibbon's men.

During the progress of the fight among the teepees the squaws and young
boys seized the weapons of slain warriors, and from their hiding places
in the brush fought with the desperation of fiends. Several instances
are related by survivors of the fight, in which the she devils met
soldiers or scouts face to face, and thrusting their rifles almost into
the faces of the white men fired point blank at them. Several of our