The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-01-06

was in the corral. ran into his store,
where fifteen thousand ROUNDS OF IIAeQ
ammunition and a large stock OF goods
baited the raiders As he swung the door
TO, the foe were only thirty feet away ana
firing as they came Quanah IN tile feau
Old Sam Smith, sans culOtte, gun III ohS
hand and cartridge belt in the othef was
the last man to enter. As tne par Ment
down the horses of the Indians sruck
the door till il bent before tnehl anu
Adobe Walls was aflame Win the li .1 VI
the buffalo hunters DeslhHlh5 'iiiee
days fight for their lives ..,s.,.. -
War Chief Quanah, riding swiftly by
Haurahan'S place, saw the open uoOr az
Ieonard's and rode straight at II, thlnk-
inp as he recently said, that they could
easily force their way in; but a gun bar
rel suddenly appeared through Jhe uo9t-
way. and Quanah was shot through the
breast and put out of the battle Tor that
dav As Hanra han tells of it, he throws
a great sprawing hand over his breast,
and over his sWarthy y1sage creeps a MN
gled look of pain and gratltude-pdn as
ne recalls the wound and gratitude Tor
his narrow escape.
Wound Quickly Avenged.
His wound was quickly avenged
Around the corner. just north of the
stockade. slept Ike and Shorty Shadler in
their wagon. Only the night before they
had come in from Palo Duro creek with q
load of buffalo hides belonging to Brick
Bond. their employer FartheSt from
safety, and camped where they could not
see the Indians approaching, they were
caught, killed and scalped in their wa
gOn-the only men about Adobe Walls
who failed to reach a place of safety
that morning Their little dog, which
seemed to have endeavOred to give them
Warming, was also scalped. One of the
bbys had left the wagon and could have
reached Leonard's door. but, discovering
that his brother had not awakened, ran
back to warn him and die with him.
with James Hanrahan were Bat Mas
tersOn. Billy Dixon. Mike WEIGH, Shep-
herd, Andy Johnson, Ogg, Watson, Clark
and McKinstry-all but one, l believe,
plainsmen, though young men.
with Fred Leonard were James Camp
bell, Edward Trevor. Frank Brown, Char
ley Armitage, Dutch Henry Billy Ty-
Ter Old sam Smith. Old Man Keller.
Fred Myers. and Fighting McCabe, who
was Irish-some raw and some veterans
'-Glancing from the windows, the men
i'm Langton's found that the Indians had
dismounted in the rear of their house and
were giving a war dance in anticipation
of an easy and immediate victory A
well-directed Volley, however. soon dis
PEELED this illusion, and the terpsichorean
gentlemen resumed the more eXactinS
duties of the DAY, which, as George Ebey
very truly remarked, were their best hold
anyway
with eight new Sharps rifles, case of
which Leonard broke open and distr1b-
uted.
Again and again the Indians dashed
against the doors of the building in the
endeavor to break them down: running
at full speed, they hurled their horses
against the defenses. or, whirling, backed
them against the doors, hoping their
weight would force an entrance. Long
after the sun had risen in the heavens
they continued to make frequent charges
on the quarters of the hunters. retreat
ing at intervals along the creek or be-
hind the stOckade.
Stone Calls Nephew Killed.
Fifty Indian bullets buried themselves
in the adobe walls or tore through the
windows. Three Winchester rifles and
seven fifty-caliber buffalo guns viciously
replying. served notice that the white men
knew their business and were fighting for
their lives.
"A better directed attack was now de