Dodge City, the cowboy capital, and the great Southwest in the days of the wild Indian, the buffalo, the cowboy, dance halls, gambling halls and bad men . s lying deadclose to the wagon. It was seldom the Indians wouldmake such desperate and determined efforts when therewas nothing to gain except to get a few scalps, but I thinkat that time, in fact, at all times when they were on thewarpath, a scalp-lock was more desirable to an Indianwarrior than anything else their imagination could con-ceive. It was the ones who got the most scalps that werethe most honored, and promotion to chiefs depende
Dodge City, the cowboy capital, and the great Southwest in the days of the wild Indian, the buffalo, the cowboy, dance halls, gambling halls and bad men . s lying deadclose to the wagon. It was seldom the Indians wouldmake such desperate and determined efforts when therewas nothing to gain except to get a few scalps, but I thinkat that time, in fact, at all times when they were on thewarpath, a scalp-lock was more desirable to an Indianwarrior than anything else their imagination could con-ceive. It was the ones who got the most scalps that werethe most honored, and promotion to chiefs depended onthe amount of scalps secured while out on expeditions onthe warpath. I have known Indians to be cornered whenthey would make the most desperate fight, and fight untilall were killed. At this time our ammunition was getting low and wesaw we couldnt hold out much longer. Goodman hadbeen wounded seven times by arrows and bullets. JackODonald had been struck with a tomahawk and receivedother wounds, Nolan was wounded with arrows and bul-lets. This left Hartman and myself to stand off theIndians, and towards the last Hartman was wounded but—112—. not seriously disabling him. I would load my Remingtonrevolver and hand it to Nolan, who was obliged to firewith his left hand, his right arm being shattered. TheIndians charged right up to the wagons more than one time ODonald had a hand to hand encounter withone, and was struck on the head with a tomahawk. Itwas only by the most desperate exertions that anyoneescaped. The party were entirely within their powermore than once, but they would cease action to carry offtheir dead—which lost the Indians many a fight, as theythought if one of their number lost his scalp he could notenter the Happy Hunting Grounds. Finally we saw the Indians apparently getting readyfor another rush from a different direction, fully expect-ing that they would get us if they did. At about thesame time I noticed a body of horsemen coming out of ara
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