" Then come on! " I cried; u let us push through here to the camp and drive them into the open ground." I took the lead, the men followed, and without knowing it, I became a leader of my fellows. We had wound our blankets about our breasts and bodies so as to guard against arrows, but our heads were unprotected.
Suddenly the arrows came, whiz, whistle, thud, right in our faces.
I fell senseless. After a while I felt men pulling by my shoulders. I could hear and understand but could not see or rise. It seemed to me they were trying to twist my neck from my body. Yet I felt no great pain, only a numbness and utter help lessness.
" Help me pull it out," said one. They pulled.
" No, you must cut off the point, and then pull it back."
Then they cut and pulled, and the blood spirted out and rattled on the leaves.
u Poor boy, he s done for."
I could now see, but was still helpless. Half-a- dozen men stood around leaning on their rifles, looking at me, then around them, as if for the enemy. By the side of me, with his head in a man s lap, lay a young man, James Lane, with an arrow-shot near the eye. I believe he died of his wound.
The fight was over. An arrow had struck me in the left side of the face, struck the jaw-bone, and then glanced around and came out at the back of the
