In Barracks and Wigwam — page 175: what you’re looking at

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be ie papaush to ment 2 and left of the scene of action. A Gallant Defense. — 165 “there’s a good deal of rustling down yonder in the thicket. I reckon the Indians have crossed the stream above and below and then joined forces. We’re going to ketch it now, if I ain’t mistaken.” “Get ready, then, men,” Linn replied. “Each one of you see that he has a loophole to fire from. Are your rifles and pistols all loaded ?” Every man answered yes, and before more could be said the foe made a dash up the wooded slope of the valley. To right and left and in front the scrub grew alive with dusky, squirming forms. With hideous yells at least three score of painted warriors came leaping to the very base of the cliff, eager for the blood of the little party of troopers. “Steady, now,” cried Linn. “Aim well and low. Fire !”’ | Crash! Out blazed the rifle volley, and more than one brave bit the dust. Crash! crash! Two more charges in quick succession plowed gaps in the dense ranks of the — foe. They wavered and staggered. “Once more!” shouted Linn. And as the cool and alert troopers rained lead down the sloping rock, themselves protected by the parapet from the return fire, the Sioux were fairly checked. With hoarse cries of rage and anguish, the baffled braves broke right and left, and went back to the shelter of the stones and bushes, dismayed to find themselves re- pulsed by a mere handful of soldiers. A dozen dead and wounded lay near the cliff, and those able to stir were seen wriggling away like serpents. With hoarse cheers, the troopers rose recklessly to their feet and emptied rifles and revolvers after the fleeing foe. Then, at Linn’s command, they dropped under cover again in time to escape a volley from the Indians who lay in comicbooks:co