at night.
In the morning, Mrs Fosdick, feeling that she must kiss once more the cold lips of her dead, started back for that purpose. In the words of Mr Thornton, Eddy's narrator, "two individuals accompanied her; and when they arrived at the body, they, notwithstanding the remonstrances, entreaties, and tears of the afflicted widow, cut out the heart and liver, and severed the arms and legs of her departed husband. Mrs Fos- dick took up a little bundle she had left, and returned with these two persons to one of the camps, w^here she saw an emio;rant thrust the heart throuofh with a stick, and hold it in the fire to roast. Unable to en- dure the horrible sight of seeing literally devoured a heart that had fondly and ardently loved her until it had ceased to throb, she turned away, and went to another camp, sick and almost blinded by the specta- cle."
On they go, death even too slow for their now ghoulish appetites; and as they reel along, drunk with misfortune and liuman blood, they solace them- selves with thoughts of their next repast. "There is Mrs McCutcheon," says Foster, well-nigh insane,
- ' she's a nuisance, she can't keep up ; let us kill her.
There is Mary Graves and Mrs Fosdick ; they have no children, what do you think of them ? " Some oppose, and then the men, so weak that they can scarcely stand, draw their weapons and threaten to fight over it. Next they shoot two tame Indians who had been sent by Sutter with horses to the relief of the party when it was first told him by Reed that they had lost their cattle in the desert, and before anything was known of their later great distress and starvation. The names of those sacrificed were Lewis and Salvador. So faithful were they to Sutter's in- terests, that a few days before they had refused to abandon the property of their master, even to save their own lives. When Sutter heard of it he was greatly distressed, and turning to the wretches, ex- claimed, "You kill and eat all my good Indi
