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They hid the body under a haycock, and carried his young and terrified wife to their camp.
That evening the other Indian, returning from the hills, came to look after his companion. The two men told him they would show him where he was ; and the young man, still unsuspicious, walked out with them; but when near the hayfield one of the two, who had fallen behind, shot him in the back. .
The Indian was good mettle, however, and for the first time discerning the treachery, sprang forward upon the other now a little in advance and brought him to the ground. But the poor boy had been mortally shot, and died almost instantly after.
The plain cold truth of the matter is these men had seen the two young Indian women, wanted them, and got them after this manner, as did others in similar ways, and no one said nay.
This account I had from the lips of one of the very two men alluded to. His name is Fowler. He told it by way of a boast, repeatedly, and to numbers of men, while we were engaged in the Pit river war. This Fowler is now married to a white woman, and lives in Shasta county, California.
Of such deeds grew the Pit river valley mas sacre hereinafter narrated.
I rode down and around the northern end of the deep wood, and down into Shasta valley.
If I was unfit to take my part in the battle of life when I left home, I was now certainly less so. My wandering had only made me the more a dre
