men are known to have been killed by the squaws, and several of the
latter were shot down in retaliation by the enraged soldiers or
citizens.

A scout who was with Bradley states that, while they were fighting
their way up through the willows, he passed three squaws who were
hidden in a clump of brush. Knowing their blood-thirsty nature, and
that several of his comrades had already been killed by this class of
enemies, he was tempted to kill them, but as they seemed to be unarmed
and made no show of resistance he spared them and passed on.

Two days later, however, while out with a burial party, he found these
same three squaws all dead in their hiding-place. One of them now had a
Henry rifle in her hands, and beside another lay a revolver with five
empty shells in the cylinder. He thought they had recovered the weapons
from slain bucks after he passed and, opening fire on some soldier or
scout, had met the fate to which their conduct had justly subjected
them.

All through that fierce struggle on the river bottom, officers fought
shoulder to shoulder with their men; some of them with their own
rifles, some with rifles recovered from killed or wounded comrades, and
some with revolvers. Even General Gibbon himself--who, by the way, is
an expert rifle shot--from his position on the bluff, devoted all his
spare moments to using his hunting-rifle on the skulking redskins, and
more than one of them is said to have fallen victims to his deadly aim.

Lieut. C. A. Woodruff, his adjutant, dealt shot after shot into the
foe, as he rode from point to point, carrying the orders of his chief.
Captains Comba, Williams, Browning, and Sanno, used their Springfields
with telling effect and put many a bullet where it would do the most
good. Lieutenant Jacobs was as swift as an eagle in search of his prey,
and, with a revolver in each hand, dashed hither and thither hunting
out the murderers from their hiding-places and shooting them down like
dogs.

Lieutenants Jackson, Wright, English, Van Orsdale, Harden, and
Woodbridge were all at their posts, and none of them lost an
opportunity to put in a telling shot. Lieut. Francis Woodbridge was the
youngest officer in the command, then a mere boy, but a few months from
West Point, yet he was as cool as any of the veterans, and displayed,
soldierly qualities that endeared him to everyone who participated in
that day's work.

Captain Rawn was at all times in the thickest of the fight, a