Edward Sylvester Ellis, The Young Ranchers; Or, Fighting the Sioux
“ Once more the snow was brushed aside at his feet and the ear pressed against the ground.To his dismay he heard the tramp of horses' hoofs on the hard earth."They are near at hand!" he said, in a startled whisper; "we must get away as quickly as we can."He hastily helped his wife and little one on the back of the mare, mounted his own animal, and, with the pack-horse at the rear, moved along the timber on a rapid walk, continually peering off in the gloom, as though it was possible for him to see the Sioux, who certainly were at no great distance. ”
