The Indians were evidently fighting to give their families and village, a chance to get away.

We had undoubtedly surprised them with a larger force than they had expected to see in that part of the country.

We fought them until dark, all the time driving them before us.

At night they annoyed us considerably by firing down into our camp from the higher hills, and several times the command was ordered out to dislodge them from their position and drive them back.
After having returned from one of these little sallies, Major Brown, Captain Sweetman, Lieutenant Bache and myself were taking supper together, when "whang!" came a bullet into Lieutenant Bache's plate, breaking a hole through it.

The bullet came from the gun of one of the Indians, who had returned to the high bluff over-looking our camp.