Las Vegas daily optic. [volume] (Las Vegas, N.M.) 1880-1908, 1906-02-26

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M arrow from my left side. but the
head slipped from the shaft. and re-
NAMED IN my lung. Il II still there.
Another hit me fairly In the middle
nj the chest. sticking into the hone
and standing out ~ firmly Is II Il
had been shot into u tree. Another
missed the femoral artery In my left
leg by the width Of . knife blade. !
carried . steel barb In my right thigh
until 1874, when DR.. Dwell. ut Gal
weston. removed Il, presented the
relic 10 Morrow as q souvenir. The
cold. acid sting OF an arrow plowing
It's way through your flesh IL q sen
sation never to be forgotten. II IL
less painful than maddening AT first,
but In the end Il is sickening.
Poor Morrow was AZ desperately
wounded u myself. An arrow struck
him fairly In the left ear. and while
I III pulling Il out another went
whixxing into his right ear. He could
zee both shafts and imagined that an
arrow had passed entirely through
his head. He gr0aned and said that
he was killed. Before ! could reassure
him. an arrow hit him In the left eye
and glanced under the skin TO the ear.
Blood poured down his face In
streams. drenching my hands and
arms. They have shot my eye OUT
he exclaimed. No. II glanced ! re-
piled. pulling the arrow from the
wound. Morrow was hit three Or four
times before ! was touched. When
the Indians got under good headway
the arrows came so rapidly that I
could not pun them out as they went
In.
I'VE were now In desperate straits,
suffering with dreadful wounds, out
OF ammunition. save one load In Nor
pistol; our wagon stuck fast In
the ditch, and the horses unable 10
pull II out. The Indians, in their *
citement. had shot away most Of their
arrows. The chuck box at the rear
end Of the wagon bristled like a por-
! believe that there was a
double armful Of arrows sticking in
the wagon and in the ground nearby.
] told Morrow that our only hope Of
escape was to cut the traces and
make q run on horseback.
"The Indians had withdrawn 10 par.
ley, finding that they had only a few
left in their, ~quivers. and fear
ing that we might still have a supply
Of ammunition. Morrow and ! quickly
mounted a horse each and started.
An arrow whizzed and struck Nor
rows horse In the hip. causing II to
pitch. Morrow was thrown fully five
feet. falling on his head. He called
out to me that he was killed. j
pulled him up behind me and was
thankful TO see that he still hung on
to his pistol with its one remaining
load. WI ran our horse as rapidly
as possible toward a clump Of trees.
The Indians srot at us about twenty
times as we were cutting the traces
After we left the wagon they were
able TO replenish their supply of ar
rows, and a stream OF flying mis-.
siles poured after us. A friend after
traced Ii course for "a yards
BY The line Of arrows stickiiA the
We rode about three quarters of
A mile before reaching cover in the
Then q singular thing hap
pened. Whether it was due to their
admiration Of ii pluck or
superstitious awe at our apparently
charmed lives, | am unable to say.
had killed, as later reports show
seven Indians. The remainder OF
the band now galloped TO within sixty
feet Of the spot where we cronched in
the timber and halted. Their leader
rode out and gazed steadily al us for
, few seconds without saving a word
and returned to his former position.
Each Indian in turn did the same
thing, and then the whole band rode
away and disappeared over the ridge.
Although expecting death. we were
IN 90 much anguish to feel thankful
Tor our immediate %deliverance. Fear
Ing that they would return, We Sc
GREETED ourselves as closely as posi-
BILE in the timber. Both Of use were
terribly nauseated and burning
fever. WI remained in hiding
until 3 o'clock the next day.
Early the morning Of the fight
Jack Flood was cutting cedar posts
In a canyon. when he heard the In.
lians coming. He secreted himself
and saw them pass by. The appear.
ance Of the Commanches In Texas
meant a Flood ran to the farm Of
John Fleming. gave the alarm and
raised a posse Of twelve men. They
our wagon about an hour
after the Indians had gone.
Morrow and I we're wild with thirst
and tried to reach Brady creek, but
grew SO sick that I could 20 no fur.
liter. told him to scan the country
md fire the remaining shot in his
pistol II he saw a white man. Hal
the posse. misto0k our friends for