forgotten! For when I
came back from the graveyard, he said, "Parson, I thought a good deal
about what you said, indeed I did, _and it's true, every word of it,
you bet_!"

Martin was tried by a court, and got clear. But he was fool enough to
go round the saloons right away, boasting that he would serve out
several more before breakfast. Then the vigilantes got hold of him that
night, and hung him to the telegraph-poles near Cheyenne, till he was
dead.

Sam Dugan was in our military prison at Fort Russell, for the crime of
stealing horses. He was released upon a writ of _habeas corpus_ from
Colorado and taken to Denver, where members of the vigilance committee
took him from jail outside the city in an express-wagon, and fastening
a rope around his neck, and throwing it over a limb of a large
cottonwood-tree, they hung him up; leaving the body suspended for
twenty-four hours.

He confessed to have stolen many horses, and to have murdered at least
six men in his life on the plains.

Most of these hardened villains die as brave men; but Dugan they said
whined like a child. He was really afraid to die, because of his great
wickedness.

AN INDIAN FIGHT AT SWEETWATER MINES.

On the morning of the 4th May, 1870, there was a desperate fight with
two companies of the 2d United States Cavalry, under Major D. S. Gordon
and Lieutenant C. B. Stambaugh, a god-child of General Sherman. The
Indians had committed some outrages, in return for which a party of
miners killed a chief named Black Bear, his squaw, and eleven other
Indians, Arapahoes.

When the principal chief of the Arapahoes heard of the fate of Black
Bear and his party, he was very angry, and called together three
hundred warriors (the tribe only numbering about fifteen hundred
souls), and marched for Atlantic City, as it is called (a small town in
the Wind River valley). Two companies of cavalry camped near the place
just before the Arapahoe warriors appeared. A young man named Bennett
saw them first, as he was driving his mules from the pasture. The
Indians at once surrounded him and marched for the town, to kill him in
sight of the village, where the troops were, but not known to the
Indians. Bennett soon saw they were taking him towards a gulch close by
the village where Gordon and Stambaugh were camped.

On coming up to the top of the hill, the camp was in full view, and
only a few hundred yards away.

Bennett shouted at once for help, and, puttin