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Show A DRIVE FOR LIFE. 75 clasped the hands of our new-made friends and spoke'the sad good-bye. " That very night they were attacked by the Indians, some of them killed, the rest taken prisoners, and subjected to brutal treatment. I afterwards learned the sorrowful story from one of the young girls, who was rescued by Major Ed. Wynkoop. With our fleet team we were soon in sight of the freighters, who had two hours the start of us. "Between four and five o'clock in the morning, when it was beginning to look rosy in the east, we stopped in a little ravine to feed our horses and take our breakfast. "We were then two miles and a half from Thompson's ranch, the goal for which we were striving, for there they had arms and ammunition. "While preparing my breakfast, Lee Ayres, in a feeble effort to dispel the gloom, said, ' We are just like morning glories, out first thing in the morning.' 'Better than that,' said Muzzey,' is the old proverb, " The morning hours bring gold in the mouth.'" " Suddenly our attention was arrested by a smoke that rose higher and higher, and grew blacker and blacker, until the whole heavens seemed to be draped in mourning. Lee Ayres climbed to the bow of the wagon and gazed as if looking in to sure destruction, his countenance betokening a soul stricken dumb. At last, in smothered tones, he exclaimed, ' O, my God ! We are gone.' He could see forms moving to and fro. The wagons were all on fire; the black smoke from the burning bacon, drifting towards us, prevented the savages from seeing our little wagon in the ravine. I felt that death was overshadowing us, and we all knelt in prayer. Oh, the agony that we suffered |
