White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1911-08-27

: them without warning and the lake
f it is yet away five miles. There
is no time to give orders-no time
for anything. We think to find 6
5 few an we ride, but-instead, the
bullets NOW us down an | count
t twelve riderless horses from oul
ranks racing across the field. | turn
and see Major Ormsby bleeding a
the mouth an he call out:
TRY for the cottonwoods, boys
an keep your nerve. So we ride tc
the cottonwoods, a quarter mile away
and near the Truckee, an Ormsby
he is obliged t relinquish his com
mand to Captain Mcdonald of Sacra-
mento.
Hundreds of Indians.
An all the while the bullets are
singing an men are dropping back.
An yet we still think the Indians
are not many, only that they are
firing together. An, too, they are
armed with 'Sharpe's rifles" except
Elliott, who has a telescope rifle. He
keep watching far off and | ask
Elliott Who it is you fire on?' An
he aswer:
Chief Winnemuck" Presently Ell
lott say: 'Guerne, there are not doz-
ems out there-there are hundreds
instead an he shut his jaw tight an
| begin to feel queer along my
back. 'So?' l ask:
Yes he answer there are hun
dreds of the red devils, an there are
some among them that don't act like
Indians, either. He turn to me sud
denly an say:
If l get Chief Winnemuck, we
may get away I'm going to try
So, | tell the others, but We not think
it possible, for where a moment he
fore but a handful of their number
could you see, now they were every
where, | my mind make up to die. l
know the Piutes-an' the Snakes"
Old Man Guerne paused momentarily
to pass his hand owe his scalp until,
ressured, he continues:
Elliott, he lying low in the grass,
suddenly raise half sitting and ire
an as he do he groan II sink back
on the ground, an | see his arm
an side. I got him, Chief Winnie
muck he say. Now take your
chance and make a rush-an' never
mind me, boys An he grow white
his eyelids close. Sacre. the In
dams they have fired two bullets his
body in; one it go clear through his
side an | it pick up on his canteen-
1t is one chance, we say; we will it
take. So we ride across the open
place witch is covered with the sage
brush, an we ride We near the sound
of wailing. The Inians they are con-
fused, but only a few know of Win
nemuck's death-an' | think it most
peculiar the way some of them act
as | ride.
Il have a oId-fashioned muZZle-
loading rifle using a percussion cap.
an sometimes | use it to club with
as | ride, an sometimes | have my
old Colts revolver. | am never yet
know just what happen there on that
field. think the Indians not know
for some time that Winnemuck shot,
but soon they do, an their noise is
not pleasant like music.
Sacre, We lash our horses and
spur until the blood ,over their hind
quarters, and hell it is everywhere!
Sometimes we fight together, again
alone. Here a man fall from his
horse, an another he leap it on, an
so it go. Noises horrible to hear, and
men fighting for life every inch, an
somehow We get away. but our num-
Der there remain a bare forty men.
The others | do not like of to think.
An today the battle of pyramid
is all but forgotten-it Is not So
like the men who there fought" 2
And Elliott-he was left on the
field of massacre?" you ask of the
old man.
, "Sacre," he answer. Il in my
/, time have heard some strange tales
of men who they said were dead an
who are come back again. ! have
: heard of men who chose to throw
9 their lot with the Indians. Why
t Say perhaps their home it was no
S right; that there was bitterness il
: their lives. / have heard men il
battle say: "We'l, thank God, w
f got what | came for! Some men ar
e strange
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