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stout Irishman making speeches and the mob gathering force and arms as it went, and then, wild with drink and excitement, moving down upon the Indians, some miles away on the bank of the river.

u Come," said the Prince to me, as they passed out of town, cc let us see this through. Here will be blood. We will see from the hill overlooking the camp. I hope the Indians are c on it hope to God they are heeled, and that they will receive the wretches warmly as they deserve." The Prince was black with passion.

Maybe his own wretchedness had something to do with his wrath ; but I think not. I should rather say that had he been in strength and spirits, and had his pistols, which had long since been disposed of for bread, he had met this mob face to face, and sent them back to town or to the place where they belonged.

We followed not far behind the crowd of fifty or sixty men armed with pistols, rifles, knives, and hatchets.

The trail led to a little point overlooking the bar on which the Indian huts were huddled.

The river made a bend about there. It ground and boiled in a crescent blocked with running ice and snow. They were out in the extreme curve of a horse-shoe made by the river, and we advanced from without. They were in a net. They had only a choice of deaths ; death by drowning, or death at the hands of their here