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men making their way down the river towards the natural Bridge carefully picking their way through the tall sage brush. a few minutes after these men had left their tents about forty in number the Indians could have seen these same men on the north Bank of lost river oppsite their own camp fingering the triggers of their muskets assured by their captain wright that they would have a fine mornings sport. on the south Bank of the lost river where the two camps were the rest of wrights men was laying low behind their own tents anxiously awaiting the brightness of morning to come. the sky began to fade in the east it gets quite light. Ben wright looks along his gun barrel. he turns slowly round to his men and says it is not light enough. we will wait till it is good and light. I want to get every mothers sons of them Inguns. boys dont spare the squaws. get em all the birds began to sing capt Jacks father raises his head he tells his squaw it is day. lets get up he says it is raining. awander why the white people is not up the Indians begins to show sign of life. Capt Jacks father was the first one up. he looked to his bow and quiver it is still unstrung. all the rest of the Indians had unstrung their bows because it was