found it filled with Crows. I asked what all this uproar meant.
"I don’t know," said he; "I have wished to go to your lodge to see you, but they would not let me leave. They have been clamouring about Thomas—Thomas—Thomas, all night."
At this moment Fitzpatrick rode up, with an Indian behind him.
"Fitz," said I, "what in the name of God does all this mean? Where are your men?"
"They are all dead, I expect, by this time," said he, blankly; "and I presume you have sent for me to murder me at your own discretion."
"When did you leave them? Were they alive when you left them?"
"They were going down the river, and a thousand Indians in hot pursuit after them," he said.
"Go over to my father's lodge," I said to him, "and stay till I return."
I then mounted my war-horse, being well armed, and addressed my father: "I am mad," I said; "I am going to die."
He gave the war-hoop so loud that my ears fairly tingled, as a signal for my relatives to follow me. They gathered round. "Go," said he, "and die with the Medicine Calf."
On I dashed, in mad career, for six or seven miles along the bank of the river, until I came in sight of the men. I seemed to have travelled the space in the same number of minutes, for the horse flew with lightning speed upon his errand. He dropped dead beneath me; in his prodigious exertions he had burst a blood-vessel.
I ran forward on foot, shouting to Fitzpatrick's men, "Run to me! Run to me quickly!"
They heard me, and hesitated at my summons. At length one started, and the others followed, running at their utmost speed toward me. A hill rose on each side the river, closing together and arching over the stream, at a short distance in advance of the party when I arrested their steps. In this pass the Crows had taken their position, intending to massacre the party as they attempted to force their passage.
