Die Spur der Loup, eine Geschichte der Region des Loup River, wird uns nicht belästigen, sagte er, aber sie taten es. 114 DIE SPUR DER LOUP Bald wurde einer der Krieger gesehen, um von seinem Pferd zu springen und delib-nehmen Sie uns mit seiner Winchester über seinen Ponys zurück ins Ziel und theball ging whizz über unseren Kopf. Bald folgten ihm weitere und Theballs whiz-z! Whiz-z! Whizz! Unsere Pferde wurden begeistert. Sie schikanieren unsere Begeisterung und begannen zu laufen, nicht gegenüber den Indianern, sondern in entgegengesetzter Richtung zum Fluss. Die Bälle hielten whizing, und einige wurden gesehen, um auf den Boden zu schlagen n

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The trail of the Loup; being a history of the Loup River region . will go onand not molest us, he said, but they did. 114 THE TRAIL OF THE LOUP Soon one of the warriors was seen to leap from his horse and delib-erately take aim at us with his Winchester over his ponys back and theball went whizz over our head. Soon he was followed by others and theballs went whiz-z! whiz-z! whizz! Our horses became excited. They hadcaught our enthusiasm and began to run, not towards the Indians but in anopposite direction towards the river. The balls kept a whizzing, andsome were seen to strike on the ground near us. A few times we wouldchange front and send a volley after the red skins, who would mount theirponies, circle around a, minute and then again commence to fire at us.During our retreat Charles Post and the Doctor, I think, were riding in thehind end of the buggy facing the Indians and keeping up a constant firing, even after the stock of the Doctors rifle had caught in the buggy wheeland broken its stock. How long our retreat lasted or what distance it cov-. A Hand-to-Hand Encounter. ered I have no distinct recollection. We might have covered a mile or twowhun we reached a high bank near the river. Here I handed my gun toFrank Post and made myself useful holding the boys horses while theyopened fire on the Indians at a rather lone range, and I fear to little effect.When I turned my gun over to Mr. Post I had but 7 rounds left, and as Ihad not fired once I must have lost the other 20 in the excitement. TheIndians soon got tired of being targets for us to shoot at and took up thetrail after their companions where we had left it and no doubt soon over-took them and over their camp fire had a good laugh over the panic theyhad caused and the trick they had played us. On our way home a valuable mule belonging to A. G. Post and hitch-ed to the buggy died some distance west from where Burwell is now lo- THE MEMORABLE YEAR 1873 115 cated. Whether the cause was from a wound received

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