He was hors de combat beyond all question, and bleeding so fast that his weakness compelled him to lie down on the ground while the conflict went on about him.

The fight was very hot for a time, the result being what may be called a drawn battle, with the advantage inclining to the side of the Indians.

The trappers fell back to the safest place that presented itself and went into camp.

They dared not start a fire; for they knew it would bring an attack from the Indians, but wrapping their saddle blankets around them, they bore the intense cold as best they could.
The sufferings of Carson were great.

His wounds continued bleeding and froze upon the dressings, which were of the most primitive character.
And yet not once through those hours of anguish did he utter a word of complaint.