snow and trails about the springs into the deep snow, the Indians shot them down as they wallowed along, by hundreds.
Camp was now removed to this place, with the exception of a few who preferred to remain below, and feasting and dancing became the order of the winter.
Soon Klamat and a few other young and spirited Indians said they were going to visit some other camp that lay a day or two to the east, and dis appeared.
In about a month they returned. After the usual Indian silence, they told a tale which literally froze my blood. It made me ill.
The Indians had got into difficulty with the white men of Pit River valley about their women, and killed all but two of the settlers. These two they said had escaped to the woods, and were trying to get back through the snow to Yreka. The number of the settlers I do not remember, but they did not exceed twenty, and perhaps not more than ten.
There were no women or children in the valley at the time of the massacre ; only the men in charge of great herds of stock.
This meant a great deal to me. I began to reflect on what it would lead to. The affair, no matter who was to blame, would be called another dreadful massacre by the bloodthirsty savages ; of this I was certain. Possibly it was a massacre, but the Indian account of it shows them to have been a
