He was heard haranguing his warriors,
though we could not guess the purport of his speech. His gestures told
of fierce rage--his glances, now and then directed towards us, betokened
a spirit of implacable vengeance. At the conclusion of his speech, he
waved his hand in the direction of the waggon. The gesture appeared to
be the accompaniment of a command. It was promptly and instantly
obeyed. A dozen horsemen dashed out from the group, and galloped off.
Their course was straight up the valley--towards the scene of their late
strife. Those who had remained upon the ground dismounted, and were
seen giving their horses to the grass. This might have led us to
anticipate a suspension of hostilities; but it did not. The attitude of
our enemies was not that of purposed repose. On the contrary, they came
together afoot; and engaged in what appeared to be an eager
consultation. The chiefs spoke in turn. Some new scheme was being
discussed. We watched the party who had ridden off. As anticipated,
the waggon proved to be the _butt_ of their excursion. Having reached
it, they halt; and, dismounting, become grouped around it. It is
impossible for some time to tell what they are doing. Even the glass
does not reveal the nature of their movements. There are others besides
those who rode up; and the white tilt appears in the midst of is dark
cluster of men and horses. Their errand at length becomes obvious. The
crowd is seen to scatter. Horses appear harnessed to the tongue--the
wheels are in motion--the vehicle is turning round upon the plain. We
see that some half-dozen horses are hitched on, with men seated upon
their backs as teamsters! They make a wheel, and head down the valley
in the direction of the butte. They are seen urging the animals into a
rapid pace. The waggon, no longer loaded, leaps lightly over the smooth
sward. The horses are spurred into a gallop; and amidst the shouts of
the savage drivers, drag the huge vehicle after them with the rough
rapidity of a mountain howitzer. In a few minutes, it advances to the
ground occupied by the dismounted band, who surround it upon its
arrival.

We upon the summit have a full view of all. We recognise the well-known
Troy waggon--with its red wheels, blue body, and ample canvas roof. The
lettering, "Troy, New York," is legible on the tilt--a strange sight in
the midst of its present possessors! What can be their object with the
waggon? Their actions