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ONE HUNDRED MILES.
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We all took good aim and each of us brought down his Indian, but we did not have time to load before the others were upon us, and it ended in a hand-to-hand fight, besides it got to where each man had to look out for himself.

One of the Indians came straight for me and dealt me a desperate blow with his tomahawk, but I threw up my left hand and received a severe cut in my wrist—the

They were trying to get a chance to deal him a blow.

mark of which I carry to this day—at the same time I struck him with my knife and almost cut him in two.