does uttered a loud scream of fear and agony; their hearts were
melted. We said nothing, for we were Comanches and warriors; and yet I
felt strange, and was fixed to where I stood. A man is but a man, and
even a Red-skin cannot struggle with a spirit. The scream of the
Caddoes, however, frightened the monster; its flanks opened and
discharged some tremendous Anim Tekis (thunders) on the village. I
heard the crashing of the logs, the splitting of the hides covering the
lodges, and when the smoke was all gone, it left a smell of powder; the
monster was far, far off, and there was no trace of it left, except the
moans of the wounded and the lamentation of the squaws among the
Caddoes.

"I and my young men soon recovered our senses; we entered the village,
burnt every thing, and killed the warriors. They would not fight; but
as they were thieves, we destroyed them. We returned to our own
villages, every one of us with many scalps, and since that time the
Caddoes have never been a nation; they wander from north to south, and
from east to west: they have huts made with the bark of trees, or they
take shelter in the burrows of the prairie dogs, with the owls and the
snakes; but they have no lodges, no wigwams, no villages. Thus may it
be with all the foes of our great nation."

This is an historical fact. The steamboat "Beaver" made its first
exploration upon the Red River, some eighty miles above the French
settlement of Nachitochy, just at the very time that the Comanches were
attacking the last Caddoe village upon the banks of the Red. River.
These poor savages yelled with terror when the strange mass passed thus
before them, and, either from wanton cruelty or from fear of an attack,
the boat fired four guns, loaded with grape-shot, upon the village, from
which they were not a hundred yards distant.

The following is a narrative of events which happened in the time of
Mosh Kohta (buffalo), a great chief, hundreds of years ago, when the
unfortunate "La Salle" was shipwrecked upon the coast of Texas, while
endeavouring to discover the mouth of the Mississippi. Such records are
very numerous among the great prairie tribes; they bear sometimes the
Ossianic type, and are related every evening during the month of
February, when the "Divines" and the elders of the nation teach to the
young men the traditions of former days.

"It was in the time of a chief, a great chief, strong, cunning, and
wise, a chief of many bol