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PERSONAL NARRATIVE.22
Indians to-enter the stockade. The chief had his knife in his hand carelessly cutting tobacco as I jumped from my store over the picket work.
The officer, instead of detailing his men for fatigue or suffering them to-be scattered about as usual at their work, ordered them under arms. The soldiers' quarters formed the rear of the stockade of about one acre of ground. The six pounder stood within twenty feet of the barracks, directly fronting the gate, loaded with balls. Near the cannon stood a man with port fire
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