An order was issued to cease firing, and the Indian braves, taking advantage of the respite, dodged out of the rocks and ran away into the hills. Then to the rocks the soldiers went, and they found that a bullet had struck a woman sitting upon a rock. She had been holding a papoose, with its little feet between her legs. The bullet had passed through both her thighs and shattered both ankles of her baby.

They took her into camp, and it was found necessary to amputate the feet of the child, which died before the rising of another sun. The mother lost consciousness while carrying her to the valley, an unusual affair for a «quaw, and someone remarked her regular feaures and lack of resemblance to any Indian. One suggested that she might be a half-breed or quarter-blood, and General Drum said if she were of amalgamated blood it would show on her back bone. This did not show the expected darker color, even after washing the spine.

She was taken to Denver and carefully cared for and recovered. The story came out that she was not Indian, but was a white girl captured by the Indians at the age of four years, and had always been as one of them. Knowing no other life, she returned to the tribe after her recovery and liberation.

On the battle field of the dead a cavalryman was riding across it when he saw an Indian move, and turned his horse that way. The battle was over, and he no doubt intended to see what could be done for the wounded man. But the Indian raised his arm, and with his pistol shot the cavalryman from his horse. Another rushed up to sabre the Indian, but broke his sabre, both parts of which fell near the prostrate Indian.