A few days later, I ran into that band of robber-like soldiers again, as they were subduing an Indian tribe near a salina.
In the Indian tribe, there were roughly one hundred and ten men, women, and children combined, with every man being hacked to death, and almost all the rest killed or captured.
The Indians now lived in great fear, no longer banding together in resistance, but abandoning their wives and children to flee everywhere. Yet if they were pursued, they would fight like wild beasts to the bitter end, despite being vastly outnumbered.
A dying Indian clamped an opponent's thumb between his teeth, and let his own eyeballs be gouged out rather than let go. Another, injured, pretended to be dead, all the while readying his knife to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at the opportune moment.
What a dark scene this was, and an even more horrifying but undeniable fact was that all women over the age of twenty were also mercilessly slaughtered!
