The younger, whose brave still lived, said a few days later that she was going to return to the tent, because she was no longer fit to live with white people. Perhaps some mother can tell us whether that was the real reason she went back to the tribe. For back there in the wigwam of its father was a tiny little half-breed son, whose mute arms stretched through the desert night and whose wail and murmur in its sleep was of its mother.

There is still another tragedy that came to our very doors. When the Indian raids, in August, 1865, struck terror among the Overland and Denver trails. Mr. and Mrs. Eubanks, their four children, a visiting lady named Miss Laura Roper, and a hired domestic were living happily in a rude log domicile on the Little Blue. It was always scrupulously clean, and Mrs. Eubanks sang happily at her labor.

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The Indians came, and when they passed, Eubanks was dead and horribly mutilated. Three of the children lay where the savages had thrown them, after having first taken them by the heels and battering their heads against the logs. The hired girl was stripped naked and left dead, tied standing to a post and shot with a dozen arrows. The cabin was in ruins and Mrs. Eubanks and one child and her friend Miss Roper were carried away prisoners.

The following January Two Face, with Mrs. Eubanks and child were captured near the present site of the Rawhide ranch, and Blackfoot with Miss Roper on Snake Creek, nearly due north of Scottsbluff. The prisoners were in terrible condition.