of the women not killed during the fight were reserved for a fate ten thousand times worse.  The mutilated remains scattered about the ground were fearfully swollen and distorted and partly devoured by wolves and vultures, little children, innocent and tender babes, torn from their mothers’ arms, had been taken by the heels and their brains dashed out against the wagon wheels, killed like so many blind puppies.  One young woman had escaped out of the corral but had been pursued and butchered in a most inhuman manner.  Her throat was cut from ear to ear, her breasts cut off, and otherwise mutilated.  Her body was found a mile and a half from the wrecked and half-burned train, and was discovered by her tracks and those of her pursuers.

Again in 1851 Captain John F. Miller raised a company of volunteers at Jacksonville and went out to meet and escort the immigrant trains through the country of the Modocs.  Arriving at Bloody point at daylight one morning and finding a train surrounded, he at once vigorously attacked the savages and drove them away, with the loss of several of their warriors.  His timely arrival prevented a repetition of the previous year’s horror.  The savages were followed into the lava beds, but here he was compelled to give up the pursuit, as further advance into this wilderness was to court disaster.  The train had been surrounded several days and a number of its members killed and wounded.  An escort was sent with the train beyond Lost river and then returned to guard the pass until all the immigrants should have passed through.

During Captain Miller’s stay here his scouts discovered smoke coming out of the tules several miles north and west of the peninsula.  Tule Lake at that time was a mere tule swamp and not the magnificent body of water we see today.  Taking a number of canoes captured from the Indians to lead the way, and mounting his men on their horses, the spot was surrounded at daylight and a large number of women and children captured.  Notwithstanding many were dressed in bloody garments, they were all well treated.  They were held prisoners until the company was ready to leave, when they were turned loose.

Another company of immigrants was murdered on Crooked creek not far from the ranch of Van Bremer Bros. on the west and south side of lower Klamath lake.  Who they were, where they came from, how many in the train, will ever remain an impenetrable mystery.  Waiting friends “back in the States” have probably waited long for some tidings of them, but tidings, alas, that never came.  We only know that the ill-fated train was destroyed, the members murdered and their wagons burned.  Scarface Charley told John Fairchilds that when he was a little boy the Indians killed a great many white people at this point.  The charred remains of the wagons and moldering bones of the owners were yet visible when I visited the spot during the Modoc war.  Charley said that two white girls were held captives and that one morning