THE morning following their successful battle with the Indians, the emigrants were greatly elated over their victory, and yet most anxious for the future, as they knew not what was in store for them. Every trace of their foes, excepting those who lay dead in and about the camp, had disappeared. But those who had fallen, and they lay from the camp-fires back to the wagon line: lay a ghastly reminders of the night's red work. There were nearly half a hundred of them for them, for the emigrants had fired with true aim, and the red-skins had been massed together for a full minute, in the full blaze of the fires. An arrow wound or two was all to report upon the side of the pale-faces, excepting a few stock killed by stray bullets, and injured in their fright and desperate efforts to escape.