from the man’s hand. “Where’s your lantern? Don’t

wild-flowers and luxuriant grass which carpeted the ground on every

When we struck this delightful locality we traveled with considerable

speed, and after passing over hill and vale for some distance, the

trail becoming more and more distinct all the time, I suddenly saw in

front of me the Pit River Indians.

This caused a halt, and having hurriedly re-capped our guns and

six-shooters, thus preparing for the worst, I took a look at the band

through my field-glass. They were a half-mile or more in our front