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is KATE AS A WARBIOR. 48 with your pistols and knives, for they are going to make a grand rush up the hill.” ) His caution was given none too soon ; there was a wild yell, and the assaulting party swarmed up the steep slope, fully de- termined to carry the position by storm, Their fierce cries and painted faces were enough to terrify persons of weak nerves ; they rose from béhind this little barricade as the enemy had nearly reached it, each calmly picked out -his man, and every rifle told with deadly effect. Still the Indians poured on, and there was a desperate struggle for the possession of the barricade. With pistols, knives, and clubbed rifles, the white men, having the vantage-ground, fought with coolness and valor, and the prodigious strength of Téte Bois was shown with great effect, as he picked up large fragments of stone, and hurled them in the faces of their dusky antagonists, The struggle was short and decisive ; the savages were soon hurled back down the hill, and its defenders had time to take breath and reload. But their rest was brief; dark forms be- gan to creep up the side of the hill, and it was manifest, that ‘the savages were making some new attempt, the nature of which could not be determined. While the men were watching the skulkers below them, and wondering what they were try- ing to do, a slight scream from Kate; and the discharge of her pistol, settled the question. Téte Bois rushed to the left, where ‘the had stationed her- self, and saw an Indian falling. before her shot, while another rushed upon her with uplifted knife. The half-breed raised his foot, dealt the savage a crushing kick 1 in the stomach, and seizing another by the back of his neck and his waistband, hurled him over the edge of the bluff into the river, Kate, in the mean time, sending a shot after a third who was making off as fast as he could. As this was a concerted. attack, the skulkers on the side of the hill rushed up to the barricade, but were too late, for the diversion on the left had already failed, and they met the same determined resistance that ‘the previous assault had received. They hastened to withdraw out of rifle-shot, and the besieged again had time to prepare their weapons and count their cas- ualties. ‘These were few and unimportant: Téte Bois ghad received a few scratches, Kate Brainard was severely wounded comicloooks. con