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concluded a crowd of them assembled at the Post Office corner and danced the celebrated war once they run round in a circle and continually kept up a loud monotonous how for about two hours. an immense crowd of people viewed the performance. We were incamped near the Indian town and in the evening I went down to see it. I think there was a thousand tents they were all planted nicely in uniform rows crowds of women and papouses were gathered round every wigwam the place resembled a vast beehive they were a most dirty and repulsive looking set. some of them were almost intirely naked and wallowing in filth and mire. We gathered from them partly by signs and an odd word that we could understand that a few days before they had a battle with the Utes that they had killed ten of the enemy and that eighteen of their own braves had fallen. One old Indian took us round and with pride showed is the bloody trophies of the fight gory looking scalps were stuck on long poles and each carried by a young boy while we were looking at the horrid specticle they gathered in a circle round the scalps and commenced a lamentation for the fallen b raves. One stout Indian beat time on the Tom, Tom a piece of deer skin stretched on a hoop it sounds lilke a drum. the fellow beat on this? as if his very life depended on his exertions the rest went round in a circle every little while letting out a mournful howl and keeping time with the tom, tom. when the drummer got exhausted another quickly took his place and in the circle they were dropping out and getting in all the while. I watched them for some time and then followed our old guide. he led us down to the farther end of the camp and there showed is two prissoners they had taken from the Utes in the battle.