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ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. 219 obeyed the order with a deafening cheer. The next mo- ment the majority were over the low intrenchments, and in among the half-dazed savages with bullet and steel; while about forty of the cavalrymen, a few moments later made their appearance in the saddle—the horses having been tethered out of reach of the effects of the explosion— and began to use their long sabers with telling effect. The Indians, in spite of their great numbers, were com- pletely cowed, and made but a feeble show of resistance; the sight of the ruin and panic which had overwhelmed their comrades on the other side of the river, contributing not a little to their demoralization. hey were ridden, trampled, and cut down by the score, and the remainder forced in huddling crowds into the river, where, notwithstanding it was fordable, many of them were borne down and drowned. This was the final breaking up of the power of the red men, and one more can of nitro-glycerine completed the destruction of their force. Leaving more than half of their number dead and dying upon the field, and casting their weapons away, they fled in every direction, and the Black- feet war was virtually at an end. The fight had lasted about four hours. An hour or so after its conclusion, the victors had formed their camp upon alittle green knoll about a mile farther up the stream, in order to get rid of the sight of the field which their prowess had rendered so ghastly. Soldiers and hunters were lying upon the grass in every attitude of exhaustion or extreme fatigue. | The balloon was anchored near at hand, and the aero- nauts were gathered with Colonel Chapman and Lieutenant Dutton alittle apart from the rest, when Big Horn, who had mysteriously disappeared at the close of the affair, came riding in on an excellent pony which he had made a prize of somewhere. He had discarded his ‘‘period” dress, and was now attired as usual; but his face was even sterner than his wont, and there was a peculiar calmness in his deep-set eyes which no one had ever noticed there before. “Gentlemen,” said he bringing his steed toa rest beside the group, but speaking in such distinct and deliberate tones that he was heard by every one in the camp, ‘‘you was. summut surprised at my line of action with Bob Scarlet, the renegade, durin’ the scrimmage as has jist dried up, (ele) Gomicbooks