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Identifier: greatnorthwestgu00winsuoft (find matches)
Title: The great Northwest, a guide-book and itinerary for the use of tourists and travellers over the lines of the Northern Pacific Railroad, the Oregon Railway and Navigation Company, the Oregon and California Railroad, containing descriptions of States, territories, cities, towns, and places along the routes of these allied systems of transportation, and embracing facts relating to the history, resources, population, products, and natural features of the great Northwest
Year: 1883 (1880s)
Authors: Winser, Henry Jacob, 1833-1896
Subjects: United States -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York, Putnam
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ar escaped un-touched by then- bullets. Encouraged by his success, perhaps, he concludedto taunt us again, and at the same time exhiljit his own daring, by ridingalong the lines at full speed, but nearer than before. We saw him coming.Bloody Knife, with his Henry rifle poised gracefully in his hands, watchedhis coming, saying he intended to make this his enemys last ride. Hewould send him to the happy Imntiug ground. I told the interpreter to tellBloody Knife that at the moment the warrior reached a designated pointdirectly opposite to us, he. Bloody Knife, should fire at the rider, and I, atthe same instant, would tire at the pony. A smile of approval passed over the swarthy features of the friendlyscout as he nodded assent. I held in my hand rny well tried Remington.Resting on one knee and glancing along the barrel, at the same time seeingthat Bloody Knife was also squatting low in the deep grass with rifle leveled,I awaited the approach of the warrior to the designated point. On he
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Fighting Indians at Tongue Miver. 155 came, brandishing tiis weapons and flaunting hiis shield in our faces, defyingus to come out and fight like men. Swiftly sped the gallant little steed thatbore him, scarcely needing the guiding rein. Nearer and nearer both horseand rider approached the fatal spot, when, sharp and clear, and so simul-taneous as to sound as one, rang forth the report of the two rifles. Thedistance was less than 200 jards. The Indian was seen to throw up hisarms and reel in his saddle, while the pony made one final leap, and bothfell to the earth. A shout rose from the group of troopers, in which BloodyKnife and I joined. The same moment a few of the comrades of the fallen war-rior rushed to his rescue, and, without dismounting fi-om their ponies,scarcely pulling rein, clutched up the body, and the next moment disap-peared from view. Foiled in their repeated attempts to dislodge us, the Indians with-drew to a point beyond the range of our rifles for the apparent purp

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