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sentinel's-musquet. In a moment I expected the affray would commence. The guard was doubled at the guard house. Within three feet of the sentinel, waiting the discharge of the six-pounder, the man at the gun swung round the ' port-fire, expecting every moment orders to apply the match. When Pash-e-pi-ho waved his hand as a signal for a retreat, the Indians came to the right about on their steps, and as they did
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