The Quarterly of the Texas State Historical Association, Volume 8, July 1904 - April, 1905 Page: 269
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The Schnively Expedition. 269
and the packs, which contained the bulk of our ammunition and all
of our food, were captured.
Old George Carson was eighty or ninety years of age and
bald-headed, and the Indians apparently respected his age
and his baldness; otherwise they would have killed him,
as he was the last to reach the place of refuge. In
the charge he dismounted and came leading his horse as
though nothing unusual was happening. Colonel Dalrymple
also led his horse in. Warren Hunter and his brother Malcolm,
Colonel Schnively, Tom Jones, Bud Robinson, and several others
held to their horses. After the Indians got our position and
brought their forces up, completely surrounding us (it was then
about ten oclock), they made charges first on one side, then on the
other, but every time we succeeded in repelling them, leaving sev-
eral of them dead on the field. Colonel Dalrymple, because of his
wound, could not use his right arm, so he gave me his rifle because
I had lost my carbine when my horse fell. My only means of de-
fense had been a Colt revolver, and I had emptied all six rounds
into the Indians.
After we had taken our stand in the ravine the Indians, failing
to rout us, commenced killing our horses, piling them around us
on every side, and at the same time making for us very good breast-
works. We kept them at bay by firing at every Indian that showed
himself. Late in the afternoon we began to get very thirsty and
hungry, but we had no water and not a morsel of food. Malcolm
Hunter was wounded, having several of his ribs broken by an In-
dian who knocked him off his horse with the butt of a rifle. Dal-
rymple was lanced through the forearm, Abe Hunter shot in the
hip, and the old man shot in the heel with a spent ball. Some
of the others were slightly wounded.
We remained in our position until about twelve oclock at night,
when a northwest wind came up, raising a dust, and we thought it
a favorable opportunity to make our retreat for home. We silently
stole away, passing through the Indian lines unmolested. We
traveled on foot down the Concho until daylight, when we halted,
killed a buffalo, made a fire, and broiled meat for our breakfast.
We still had one wounded horse, which belonged to Warren Hun-
ter, and, though wounded, it was able to carry Malcolm Hunter
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