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106 JOSE. ment suddenly divided, and a hail-storm of arrows and bullets came pouring in upon the defenders of the caravan as if the earth had vomited it forth, spreading disorder and consternation among them. “Steady! There they are—in the grass! Steady aim—shoot anything that moves!” His own rifle spoke, and an Indian was for a mo- ment seen bounding into the air with convulsive movement. A fresh hail of bullets and arrows was the reply, and at the same time cries were heard. | The Indians, abandoning their horses, had climbed, cat-like, upon the wagons, and brandish- ing their tomahawks with loud yells, now dashed into the inclosure, while simultaneously a fresh troop of mounted redskins came sweeping down upon the barricade from without, cutting off every hope of escape for the whites. That night, scalpless bodies of the muleteers and drivers connected with the train, ruined wagons turned upside down, and large quantities of mer- chandise scattered the plains, and marked the spot where one of the worst massacres that has been recorded in the history of the Santa Fe trail, had taken place. Gomichooks co