Indian Horrors, Or, Massacres by the Red Men; Being a Thrilling Narrative of Bloody Wars with Merciless and Revengeful Savages, Including a
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ISBN10: 1150895551
ISBN13: 9781150895555
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 266
Weight: 0.87
Height: 0.60 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
ISBN13: 9781150895555
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 266
Weight: 0.87
Height: 0.60 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 189? edition. Excerpt: ...were warming ourselves by a freshly-made fire, we were attacked by about forty Indians. Rolla, pierced through the heart, died instantly. How I escaped I know not, for the balls whistled around me, knocking up the fire and even piercing my clothing, yet I was not so much as scratched. 'Running to my horse, which was saddled and tied near by, I flung myself upon his back and dashed across the prairie. The Indians followed, whooping and yelling like devils; but although their ponies were fleet, they could not overtake my swift-footed Selim. Getting well in advance of them, and congratulating myself upon my narrow escape from a terrible death, I might soon have passed entirely beyond their reach had not Selim suddenly fallen headlong into a ravine which was filled with drifted snow. In vain I tried to extricate him; the more he struggled the deeper he sank. Knowing that the Indians would soon reach us, I cut the saddle-girths with my knife, that the horse might be more free in his movements; then bidding him lie still, I took my pistols and burrowed into the snow beside him. ' After digging down a little way I struck off into the drift and worked my way along it toward the valley. I had not tunnelled far before I heard the savages approaching. Pushing up my head, I cut a small hole in the crust of the snow to enable me to peep out. As they came up they began to yell, and Selim, making a great bound, leaped upon the solid earth at the edge of the ravine. Dragging himself out of the drift, he galloped furiously across the prairie. Oh how I wished I was then on his back! for I knew the noble fellow would soon bear me out of reach of all danger. 'The Indians separated, part of them going after the horse and part searching for me. They examined almost...
