With the swoop of the whirlwind they approached until they came within gun-shot distance, when they as suddenly stopped.  Each trader had fastened his horse or mule with a rope and an iron pin two feet long driven firmly into the ground.  They knew that if they were captured a cruel death awaited them.  They therefore prepared to sell their lives as dearly as possible.  There was no trunk or tree, or stone behind which either party could hide.  The open prairie covered with grass was smooth as a floor.

For a short time both bands stood looking at each other.  The traders in a small group had every man his rifle.  Had the Indians in their resistless strength come rushing simultaneously upon them, they could easily have been trampled into the dust.  But it was equally certain that twelve bullets, with unerring aim, would have pierced the hearts of twelve of their warriors.  The Indians were very chary of their own lives.  They were never ready for a fight in the open field, however great might be the odds in their favor.

The savages having halted and conferred together, endeavored to assume a friendly attitude.  With a great show of brotherly feeling they cautiously approached one by one.  The traders not wishing to commence the conflict, began to move on, leading their animals and with their rifles cocked, watching every movement of the intruders.  The mounted Indians followed along, quite surrounding with their large numbers the little band of white men.

Two of the mules lagged a little behind.  One or two of the bolder of the savages made a dash at them and shot dead a man by the name of Pratt, who had them in charge.  It was the signal of battle.  A shower of arrows fell upon the traders, another man dropped dead, and an arrow buried its head in the thigh of another.  Several of the Indians also fell.  But the savages manifested a great dread of the rifle; and though they were forty to one against the white men, they retreated to a safe distance.  As they felt sure of their victims, they did not wish to peril their own lives.

The traders hastily took the packs from the mules and piled them around for a barricade.  The Indians were very wary.  But by entirely surrounding the little fort and creeping through the long grass they succeeded in a few hours in shooting every one of the mules and horses of the traders.  The savages kept up an incessant howling, and thirty-six dreadful hours thus passed away.  It seemed but a prolongation of death’s agonies.  Hunger and thirst would ere long destroy them, even though they should escape the arrow and the tomahawk.  It was not deemed wise to expend a single charge of powder or a bullet, unless sure of their aim.  And the Indians crept so near, prostrated in the long grass, that not a head could be raised above the frail ramparts without encountering the whiz of arrows.

The day passed away.  Night came and went.  Another day dawned, and the hours lingered slowly along, while the traders lay flat upon the ground, cramped in their narrow limits, awaiting apparently the sure approach of death.