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Show 80 INDIAN DEPREDATIONS cleared the three foot sage brush in our path like a deer. Calkins who had been exposed in his service in the battalion, could not keep near me and called out, " Page you ain't going to leave me?" I slackened speed until he came up. The bullets and arrows were whistling and screaming around us again. We renewed our pace, the Indians pressing close behind us, until we came to a thicket of large oak brush, into which we rushed for shelter ; the Indians soon approached above us on a ridge not a rag on them. Their red bodies shone and glistened in the sun. They must have been greased. They danced about the ridge, waving the scalp of poor Tindrel, and shouting their terrible war- cry. The thrilling effect is felt when imitated in our sham battle in the celebration of the twenty- fourth of July, but in the position we were in at the time, its terrifying effect had full force and our hair stood on end. As we dashed into the thickest oak brush we saw Abel But-terfield ( a man noted for his great size and strength) on another ridge. We called to him that the Indians were upon him and that he had better run for safety. It seemed to daze him, as we looked out from our hiding places, we could see the old man ( we always called him old) walking up and down on top of the slope opposite the Indians, waving his arms, and call-ing with his stentorian voice foj^ the boys of Payson and the boys of Spring Creek to come on. This ruse, no doubt, had its effect, for the Indians did not ad-vance farther. They continued to cry to us to come out of the brush and attack them. They dared not come near us. I had a Kentucky rifle that carried a ball about |