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JOSE. 271 CHAPTER XxX. A HOUSE OF MOURNING. It was a melancholy procession that at noon of the same day filed toward the fort. At the head rode a small detachment of the troop led by Jose, followed by a wagon containing the body of the owner of the fort, at whose side, pale and with staring eyes, the old overseer, McAllister, rode. He had hastened with a wagon to the scene of the battle on the arrival of the fateful message. This was followed by another conveyance littered with wounded, stretched out on mattresses; a _ third wagon followed with four slain, among them Dutch Bill. The remainder of the men, with whom Bob, Baumann, and Green, the latter on horseback, despite his shoulder wound, had associated them- selves, brought up the rear. Of the Indians thirty- four, independent of the chief, lay dead upon the ground, awaiting their friends to bury or take them away. With lagging gait and drooping heads, as if, they, — too, conceived what had occurred, the horses plod- ded on; not a sound was heard from the men, and an occasional groan from the wounded alone inter- rupted the monotonous noise of the wagons. When the fort was in sight Jose dispatched two horsemen to go ahead, but scarcely had the procession crossed the stream when an old woman, with disturbed looks, came hurrying toward him. “Ts ittrue? Is it true?’ she cried, rushing past the vanguard. “McAllister, is it true? Where is he?” again she cried, as she saw the overseer, the Eomichoo S