spot where two days before his brother chief, Red Fox, had bit
the dust. The British had long since retreated.

When night came the exhausted and almost famished be-
siegers sought rest and food.

The moon came out clear and beautiful, as if ashamed of
her traitor's part of the night before, and brightened up the
valley, bathing the Fort, the river, and the forest in her silver
light.

Shortly after daybreak the next morning the Indians, des-
pairing of success, held a pow-wow. While they were grouped
in plain view of the garrison, and probably conferring over
the question of raising the siege, the long, peculiar wboop of
an Indian spy, who had been sent out to watch for the ap-
proach of a relief party, rang out. This seemed a signal for
retreat. Scarcely had the shrill cry ceased to echo in the
hills when the Indians and the British, abandoning their dead,
moved rapidly across the river.

After a short interval a mounted force was seen galloping
up the creek road. It proved to be Capt. Boggs, Swearengen,
and Williamson with seventy men. Great was the rejoicing!
Capt. Boggs had expected to find only the ashes of the Fort.
And the gallant little garrison, although saddened by the loss
of half its original number, rejoiced that it had repulsed the
united forces of braves and British.

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