There was one tall Indian decorated with all the barbaric splendor of war-bonnet and feathers on a fine horse, who was endeavoring to rally the Indians. The trappers saw at a glance that this chief must be gotten rid of if we were to gain the victory, and we made for the cluster of Indians he was rallying, scattered them, and killed the chief and several lesser ones. When you put a quietus on a chief you have a battle won. The Indians beat a hasty retreat up the valley, where their village was located. Russell's horse went down in this charge, but he secured the Indian's horse and soon
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