mpany of infantry has left Fort Leavenworth, a company of cavalry has left Fort Sill, in search of these murderers; but the line is long, the land is open, and the bands have burnt the grass for many leagues.
Who knows whether any of this White blood will be avenged?
Amidst the yell and scream of this Red conflict, two events have seized the public mind; the massacre at Smoky Hill, and the massacre at Medicine Lodge.
A Georgian gentleman, named Germain, living on the Blue Ridge, near Ringold, starts with his family for the west, intending to try his luck in Colorado.
His family consists of a grown — up son, an invalid daughter, four younger girls, and an infant too young to walk.
They travel in a common emigrant waggon, resting at night, and pushing on by day. Passing the river at Leavenworth, they are driving by the Smoky Hill route for Denver, still a dangerous road, although a railway runs along the creek, and they are hardly a dozen miles from Sheridan station, when Grey