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On the Sandy, twenty miles from the ford, they wakened him

"Now tell me how it lies," said Banion "How's the country?"

Jackson drew a sketch on the sand

"They'll surround, an' they'll cut off the water"

"Can we ford above and coht to the ford an' half coh the willers, huh? That'd put 'eet hell thar, an' ef they broke, the wagons

could chase 'eive 'em hell Hit's the

Crows I'm most a-skeered of The Bannacks--ef that's who they was--'ll

run easy"

At sunset of that day the erants, now half mad of thirst, and half

ready to despair of succor or success, heard the Indian drule-bone whistles The Croere chanting again

Whoops arose along the river bank

"My God! they're co!" called out a voice

There was a stir of uneasiness along the line, an oe hosts broke from their cover, more than a thousand men,

ready to take some loss in their hope that the whites were now more

helpless In other circu spectacle

for any who had seen it To these, cowering in the sand, it brought

terror

But before the three ranks of the Crows had cleared the cover the last