. Our pioneer heroes and their daring deeds . 436 KIT KIT CARSON. 437 At last the fire died down; the commander slept as soundly ashis men—more soundly than one of them. An unusual sound, adull thud as of a heavy blow,—was that a groan ?—and Carsonslight sleep was broken. Whats the matter there ? he called to Basil Lajeunesse, wholay beside him. No answer came. Springing up, he saw in far less time thanit takes to tell it, that the blow of an axe had crushed in the headsof Basil and his next neighbor—one had never known what kill-ed him, the other had groaned as he died. Aroused by Ki
. Our pioneer heroes and their daring deeds . 436 KIT KIT CARSON. 437 At last the fire died down; the commander slept as soundly ashis men—more soundly than one of them. An unusual sound, adull thud as of a heavy blow,—was that a groan ?—and Carsonslight sleep was broken. Whats the matter there ? he called to Basil Lajeunesse, wholay beside him. No answer came. Springing up, he saw in far less time thanit takes to tell it, that the blow of an axe had crushed in the headsof Basil and his next neighbor—one had never known what kill-ed him, the other had groaned as he died. Aroused by Kitsvoice, the four friendly Delawares, and, a moment later, thewhites, sprang up. Each man fought for his life, and the Indianchief having been killed, theKlamaths fled. Three of the whiteshad been killed and one of the Delawares wounded. These veryIndians had been to the camp a few days before, and althoughthere was little meat on hand, Capt. Fremont had divided withthem, and had even unpacked a mule to give them knives andtobacco. Sadly they left th
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