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We had scarcely arrived when, scanning the horizon with my field-glass, I discovered a horseman toiling wearily up the steep acclivity in the direction of our camp. I watched him with some curiosity, for a stranger travelling alone was an anomaly rarely seen in that country. After satisfying myself that he was journeying in a direction that would bring him to our camp, I ordered Jimmy to prepare sup- per for another, informing the doctor that we should soon have company for the night. This information caused Jimmy to loudly protest against "paoples goin' a-visitin' in sich a God-forsaken counthry as that widout givin' warnin' ov their comin' at all, at all!"
The stranger seemed to be carelessly riding along, until he caught sight of the smoke from our camp-fire; then, paus- ing a few moments to settle any doubt which its appearance might have suggested, he suddenly put spurs to his horse
* Sometimes called "Agua Azul," or "Blue Water."
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and galloped rapidly towards us. As he approached, we had an opportunity to note his personnel.
Ile was a large, powerfully-built man, about forty years old; his long black hair hung low upon his broad and mas- sive shoulders; a full, brown beard, keen, black eyes, and an open, generous countenance, were the distinguishing charac- teristics of his features. IIe was dressed in a full suit of buckskin, gayly fringed and ornamented, which proclaimed him to be a hunter or scout; around his waist was a United States cavalry belt, from which protruded the handles of a pair of navy revolvers, as well as that of a huge hunting- knife of the "Jim Bowie" pattern; balanced exactly across the pommel of his Mexican saddle was a superb Kentucky rifle, so perfectly poised that it seemed as though a breath of wind might displace it. He 'was mounted upon a magnifi- cent black stallion, whose long silky mane and tail at once attracted Jimmy's attention, and he informed Mr. Stewart that the horse looked like the horses of "ould Ireland more'n anything he'd seen since he'd been in thi counthry."
Riding up to the spot where we were standing, the stran- ger courteously bade us "Good-evening," and carelessly throwing one leg over the pommel of his saddle, said, in answer to the invitation to share our camp, "Wall, yes; strangers, I'll jest do that, because five is better nor one under some circumstances, and this is one off 'em. I struck the fresh trail of Apaches down below this mornin', and
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SAM BEAN.
I've been ridin' Major here pretty lively to git up through the pass yonder before 'em, for they're pinted this way. I - reckon you'll be pretty sure to see 'em along here if you don't tell that Irishman o' yourn, to put out his fire there." Unsaddling his horse, and carefully tying him with our
GROUP OF APACHES.
animals to the wagon, he briefly informed us that he was one of Old Bonneville's* scouts, and was on his way to the pueblo, to see if the Zunis could be induced to join the
* Referring to Colonel Bonneville, U. S. A., at that time in command of the Military Department of New Mexico.
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THE NEWS HIE BRINGS.
United States forces in a campaign against the Navajoes, who of late had made themselves very troublesome to the settlers on the Rio Grande by their depredations. Early that morn- ing he had come upon a fresh trail of what he supposed to be Coytero Apaches, which he had followed far enough to ascertain that its direction led to this pass, through which they must cross the Sierra Madre range; but he reckoned that "five Americans, even if one of 'em was an Irishman, was enough to whip the whole party."
The news which the scout brought, unpleasant though it was, produced a remarkable effect upon Mr. Stewart: from a listless, feeble old man, with one foot almost in the grave, he suddenly became young once more; and his quick step, the firm intonation of his voice, and his flashing eye seemed to speak as plainly as words could say, that in the event of a fight, he would prove a most valuable ally.
Borrowing the doctor's rifle, he petted and caressed it as he would a child, lavishing the most endearing epithets upon it, and hugging it fondly to his bosom. So singular were his actions that they attracted the attention of the scout, who viewed with so much curiosity his manner that I briefly explained to him the circumstances attending Mr. Stewart's presence in our camp.
"The old man's jest achin' for a fight; and he'll have it, too, as sure's my name's Sam Bean," said the scout. "They're plucky cusses; if there's a few scalps to be made
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out of it, them Apaches - but we kin giv' the red devils as good a lickin' here, as well - holloa! - there comes a. Mexican, by thunder!" said he, abruptly breaking off from his remarks, as his quick eye detected Don Rafael approaching in the distance.
Upon explaining to him that it was our guide, Don Rafael, he exclaimed, "What, Rafael Orrantia from Albuquerque; he's a good man - worth a dozen common Mexicans any- where you can put him; he'll fight Injuns like the devil, with only half a show." Just at this point Don Rafael rode up, and the greeting between the two was a most cordial one. I briefly informed him of the news Sam had brought, and without a moment's hesitation, he remarked, "We'd best be prepared for them."
We hastily partook of our supper, paying no attention to Jimmy's remarks relative to having no "hot wather to wash the dishes in," or at his grumbling concerning "min's aitin', an' Injuns all round 'em," until the scout, turning to him, exclaimed, "Shet yer yawp, you infernal red-mouthed Irish- man, or I'll let daylight through that thick skull o' yourn in jest two minutes."
This outbreak so surprised and confounded Jimmy that he scarcely spoke for an hour, meekly performing his duties about the camp, and contenting himself with casting furtive and by no means loving glances at Sam, who was too busy conversing with Don Rafael to notice him.
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PREPARATIONS FOR A FIGHT.
By this time, twilight had faded into darkness; not a star was to be seen in the heavens, which seemed to be covered with a thick veil of murky clouds; so intense was the dark- ness, that we could scarcely distinguish objects in camp only a few feet distant. Upon going to the spot where Mr. Stewart was sitting, I found him in a state of the greatest excitement, with his head inclined forward as if to catch the first sound that should indicate the coming of the Indians.
The nature of the man seemed entirely changed by the prospect of an opportunity to avenge the horrible massacre of his family. IIe seemed to have forgotten everything save a desire for revenge; and the only reply I could obtain to . my questions was, "Let 'em come, I'm waiting for 'em."
Every precaution had been taken to give the Indians a fitting reception: our animals were securely fastened to the wagon, from which the cover had been removed lest its white surface should betray our position; our rifles had been carefully examined, revolvers reloaded, belts filled with car- tridges, and there seemed to be nothing now to do but await their approach.
The deathlike stillness which prevailed was unbroken save by the murmur of the little stream as it peacefully me- andered through its bed of lava, or by the uneasy tramp of our animals; when suddenly Mr. Stewart, who had been peering out into the darkness, raised his rifle to his shoulder and fired. Before the smoke had cleared away from the
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THE FIRST SCALP.
muzzle, he dropped the breech to the ground, exclaim- ing, "There's one devil gone, any way."
"What do you mean, you old fool, you, shooting like that? If you don't care a dern for your old scalp, there may be men here as does for ther'n," said the scout, who with Don Rafael, as the click of the lock fell upon their cars, sprang forward in a vain endeavor to prevent the old man from firing.
"I killed him," said Mr. Stewart, curtly. .
"Killed who? What do you mean?" asked the scout.
"The Indian there."
"There warn't no Injun there; and if there had have been, it stands to reason you couldn't have seen him, it's so all-fired dark."
"But I did sce him, and shot him," said Mr. Stewart.
"Come with me, and sce." And the two disappeared in the darkness.
They returned in a few moments, Mr. Stewart bringing with him the fresh, bleeding scalp of an Indian, which, after presenting it for our examination, he coolly proceeded to fasten to his belt.
"He hed a bead on that feller, sure," said Sam. "Thun- der, but his eyes are keen, though. Why, I couldn't see nothin' out there, and Sam Bean's cycs hain't no slouch nother, on the plains. The old man went straight to the spot, not more'n thirty feet off, and, borrerin' my knife, afore
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A DESPERATE ATTACK.
I knowed what he was a doin' on he had the red devil's scalp a holdin' it up in my face; tain't no Christian way o' fightin', though I don't blame the old man, for he's had troubles enuf with them infernal cusses to provoke a saint ! That feller was a scout, I reckon, and he'd got pretty close to head-quarters, tew; we'd better be on the lookout, for the sound of that rifle'll bring 'em down on us like wolves on a carcass, and no knowin' how close they may be now."
Scarcely had the words been spoken when a yell as though from a thousand demons filled the air, and a shower of arrows fell around us; fortunately, however, doing no harm. We returned their fire with a volley from five good rifles, but in the almost Stygian darkness which prevailed, we could not tell whether our shots were effective or other- wise. Another shower of arrows, a confused trampling of horses' feet mingled with yells and shouts, a volley from our revolvers, and then a moment's quiet. I hastily cast my eyes around, and saw all of our party save Mr. Stewart and Jimmy. Another volley of arrows, and again the fearful war-whoop resounded in our ears.
"All right, they fired too much up," said Don Rafael, just as the quick, sharp ring of a rifle far in advance of us was heard, followed by one, two, three shots from a revolver.
"It's the old man and the Irishman gone right in among 'em, by thunder!" said the scout. Again their yells and
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JIMMY WANTS HIELP.
shouts of defiance filled the air, accompanied by a shower of arrows, immediately followed by answering shots from our . revolvers, together with the braying of mules and the neigh- ing of horses, who seemed to have combined together in their frantic efforts to break loose. Indeed, they succeeded in dragging the wagon some little distance, which had the effect of causing most lusty cries for "Hilp! Ililp!" to pro- ceed from the confused mass of legs that surrounded it. Again a voice which we recognized as Jimmy's, was heard calling, "Hilp, in thi name ov thi Blissed Vargin, hilp, for the mules are a-kickin' me to dith."
The scout, turning towards him, said, in a low voice, "Sarves yer right, yer blasted fool; yer ought to be kicked to death by mules; an' ef yer so much ez peep once more, I'll blow yer through, sure's my name's Sam Bean."
Again the ring of a rifle far in advance sounded clear and sharp on the night air, followed by a shriek, which plainly told that it had not been fired in vain; a solitary shot from a revolver, and then all was silent. Even Jimmy and the mules were quiet, and after a while we ventured to converse in low tones, wondering if the Indians had gone, or were only gathering fresh courage to make a more determined and desperate attack.
Thus the long and weary hours of the night passed. No sleep; no rest; nothing but anxiety and suspense. Ilow impatiently we waited for the morning light; how many
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MR. STEWART'S REVENGE.
times we asked one another, what it would reveal! Were the Indians also waiting for the dawn before again ventur- ing to attack us, or were they gone ?
Reader, God grant that you may never know the horrors of a suspense like ours that night. Morning came at last, and with it Mr. Stewart, quite as feeble, and looking much older than we had ever seen him before. His step was the totter- ing step of age; his eye no longer flashed with suppressed fire; he came slowly towards us, as though he had no longer object or aim in life; in one hand he carried his rifle, and from the other dangled five ghastly, bleeding scalps, the result of his endeavors to avenge his wrongs. Seating him- self upon the ground, in weak and trembling tones, he said: "That's all I could get; take care of 'em for me;" nor did we ever obtain further information relative to his experience that night.
An examination revealed the fact that two of our animals had been slightly wounded by arrows, while in the brush around our camp we found seven dead bodies and three horses.
Breakfast over, Sam took his departure for Zuni, wishing us "Good luck," as carelessly as though there had been no Indians within a hundred miles of him, and none the worse for the adventures of the night.
Ilis departure was regretted by us all save Jimmy, who, shaking his head in a most significant manner as Sam disap-
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A FRESH START.
peared in the distance, remarked, "It is a good thing the mon lift as he did, fur I was detarmined to hev a sittlemint - wid him fur the disrespictful manner he spoke ter me in yis- terday night."
An hour later we broke camp, and started once again upon the road. After five days of tedious and uneventful journeying we at last reached the high swell of land that marks the descent to the valley of the Rio Bravo del Norte .* Arriving upon the summit, we beheld spread out at our very feet the beautiful and fertile valley of the Bravo, with its broad and placid river rolling on and roll- ing ever, until it finds its final resting-place in the bosom of the vast Atlantic; its southerly course was plainly traceable for a score or more of miles, by the magnificent growth of verdure that skirted its banks, occasionally relieved by the sight of some of the many towns or villages peeping out from among the green foliage, until the whole finally melted away in the indistinguishable purple haze which veiled the dim distance.
Way to the other side of the river rose the lofty peaks of the Sierra Blanca, partially concealed by fleccy clouds, while far to the north were to be seen the twin peaks of the Santa Fe range, their tall white heads towering towards heaven, as though striving to pierce the blue canopy which
*North of the 34th parallel N. Lat., the Rio Grande is called by all denizens of New Mexico the Rio Bravo del Norte, or, Brave River of the North.
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" THE STATES" IN SIGHT.
covered them. Involuntarily we paused and gazed with rapturous delight upon the glorious sight before us, while we uttered a prayer of thankfulness at being once more per- mitted to view traces of civilization. Even Mr. Stew- art's face lighted up with an expression of satisfaction, such as I had never seen upon it before, while Jimmy in his mad capers seemed almost wild with joy, as he boxed his patient mule's ears most soundly in his frantic efforts to make him appreciate the fact that it was the "States that wuz a lyin' before him, be gorra!"
A ride of ten miles is before us ere we shall reach the river's bank, and the sun is tinging with its crimson beauty the neat white houses, purple vineyards, and waving green corn-fields of Isletta by the time we reach our old camping- ground near the town.
Some time after the dim shades of twilight had settled over the vine-covered hills and peach-orchards of the town, the doctor and I discovered Jimmy, who had wandered some distance below the camp, standing upon the river's bank and engaged in shaking his brawny fists at its placid bosom, while he thus apostrophized its yellow, sandy waters: "Cawl that wather, will yez? It's nothin' but a strake ov saft mud that's pinethratin' thi landscape; dhirty mud, too, fit only for thim corn-aitin' Injuns wid their dirthy bazaque, to dhrink! I hain't afeared ov yez any more; yez scart me onct -"'
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BADLY FRIGHTENED.
Just at this moment, as we were effectually concealed from Jimmy's sight by the thick growth of willows which cov- ered the river-bottom, the doctor permitted a long, low, wail- ing moan to escape his lips, as nearly as he could imitate the sound which Jimmy had once called my attention to, when encamped near the Carizo Spring. With a look of intense hor- upon his face, and a yell that would have done credit to an Apache, he gave a tremendous leap, and with a "Howly murther, what the divil's that!" he disappeared very sud- denly in the direction of camp, where I arrived in time to hear him caution poor old Mr. Stewart against "wandherin' away frum thi camp, ez there wuz painters in thim woods," point- ing to the little copse of willows not more than five or six feet in height where we had been concealed, and at the same time informing him that "whin avenin' come," he "wuz goin' to take his goon and go a-hoontin'." . I noticed, how- ever, that Jimmy did not venture out. of camp during the evening, and when he spread his blankets, it was beneath the wagon, a precaution which he said was taken for "protiction frum the avenin' air."
The next morning the doctor called my attention to the growing weakness and gradual decline of Mr. Stewart, remarking that if it were possible he would like to have the opinion of Dr. Cooper - the army surgeon stationed at Fort Craig, about eighty-five miles below us - upon his case. We determined therefore to follow the western bank of the Rio
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ADIEU TO DON RAFAEL.
. Grande down to that place where we knew that a good ford existed, which would enable us to cross the river should we desire to do so.
It was at this place that Don Rafael was to leave us to return to his home in Albuquerque, and we parted from him with many regrets, and thoroughly convinced that Judge Baird's warm encomiums upon his honesty and ability had been richly deserved, for we had found him an intelligent, faithful, as well as honest guide, a rara avis in that country.
Our trip down the river was a most tedious one, as we were obliged to travel very slowly, accommodating our movements to Mr. Stewart's enfeebled condition; and not until the afternoon of the third day did we behold the wel- come sight of the stars and stripes as they floated on the breeze from the staff in the parade-ground of the fort.
Here our hearts were saddened by hearing the opinion pronounced by Dr. Cooper, whose quick eye detected at a glance that Mr. Stewart was slowly dying, and that it would be extremely doubtful if he ever reached Mesilla alive.
Five days later, ere we had made ourselves comfortable at home, calmly and as peacefully as a child, the old man drew his last breath, happy in the thought and belief that he should cross the dark waters in safety, and join the loved ones on the other shore, whose loss he had so truly and faith- fully mourned, and who had so recently preceded him to that brighter and better land "eternal in the heavens." .
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DEATH AND BURIAL OF MR. STEWART.
We buried him just outside the town, beneath the spreading branches of a beautiful American elm, and there his body rests to-day, as quietly as though we had been per- mitted to place it in consecrated ground.
The last sad offices performed, I wrote to the post-master at Los Angeles, requesting him to send me the address of one Parley Stewart, Jr., if he was to be found in that city or vicinity ; and three weeks from the day that we buried Mr. Stewart, senior, upon the banks of the Rio Grande, I received a letter stating that his son had been living on, and was the owner of, a fine ranche about three miles from the city, but about two months before he had been brutally murdered by a couple of his Mexican herders with whom it was supposed he had had some difficulty, and to revenge either a real or fancied wrong, they had shot him in his own house. The letter further stated that he had left a handsome property, awaiting the claim of his relatives.
But where were they? The last one of Parley Stewart's family had undoubtedly passed away, for although every in- quiry was made by me, as well as by the military au- thorities stationed in the Territory, we failed to obtain the slightest trace of the two girls who had so mysteriously dis- appeared at the time of the massacre. They either wandered away and died from exposure and starvation, or were cap- tured by the Indians, and after being obliged to endure the most fiendish and brutal treatment, as well as terrible
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FATE OF MANGUS COLORADO.
indignities, were cruelly and barbarously tortured to death. In either event, death must have been a most welcome relief from their sufferings.
Let us hope that this .unfortunate family, whose history I have related in these chapters, have all crossed the deep waters in safety, and are, at last, reunited on that "shining shore," where partings are unknown, where the "wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest."
But little more than two years after the incidents narrated in this work occurred, Mangus Colorado, the chief of all the Apaches, was invited to visit Fort McLane, a United States military post, near the head waters of the Rio Mim- bres, for the purpose of making a treaty and receiving presents. IIe came with four sub-chiefs in all the pomp of savage royalty; gayly decorated with eagles' feathers and brass ornaments, and gaudily painted in vermilion and ochre.
Upon reaching the fort, the party were treacherously seized and imprisoned in the guard-house; during the night the sentry purposely unfastened their prison door, and as the chief and his companions were endeavoring to avail them- selves of the means of escape thus voluntarily offered, they were deliberately shot down by the soldiers in the fort, who had been stationed for that purpose.
The base and treacherous cruelty of this act roused the whole Apache tribe to vengeance. My old friend and
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COCHISE AGAIN.
guide, Cochise, was selected to become their principal chief, which position he holds to the present day. In accepting the mantle of Mangus Colorado, it is said that he swore an Indian oath, that for every Apache murdered in Fort McLane, a dozen white men should die.
The Apaches immediately spread themselves over the entire Territory, and at once commenced a war of extermina- tion, sparing neither age, sex, nor condition. Taking advan- tage of the fact that the government was engaged in carrying on the civil war that had been inaugurated by the Southern leaders, they seized with avidity the opportunity thus offered, and killed, burned, and destroyed, until they suc- ceeded in either murdering or driving .nearly every American from the Territory ; nor has their work of rapine and destruc- tion ceased to this day, if we may believe the many reports, almost daily received, of the cruelty and barbarity displayed by the Apaches towards all white men who may be so unfor- tunate as to fall into their hands.
In many cases the government is utterly powerless to pre- vent these outrages, it being quite impossible to adequately garrison the vast extent of territory over which these sav- ages roam; again, the barren and singular configuration of the country, of which they have a perfect knowledge, together with the fact that they can endure much more hardship and excessive fatigue than our own soldiers, renders it almost an impossibility to successfully pursue and overtake them.
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THE FUTURE OF ARIZONA.
Cochise himself, seems to have fairly won the reputation of being the most cruel as well as sagacious Indian chief living to-day upon our continent; the government has re- cently induced him to go upon a Reserve, where he is at present comparatively quiet; but I shall be very much sur- prised if ere many months roll over our heads, we do not find that Cochise has reserved to himself his old privilege of raiding, destroying, and murdering at will.
The words of the old Spanish historian, Miguel Venegas, will be found to be as true to-day as when in 1758 he wrote of them: -
"These Apaches make treaties, but only for the amuse- ment of breaking them, when it suits their convenience."
They can never be subdued; they must be exterminated ; and the sooner the American people realize this fact and act accordingly, the sooner will the fertile valleys of Arizona again wave with golden grain, her grazing lands be covered with ten thousand herds of cattle, her vast alkali plains be utilized, her majestic mountain-peaks echo the hoarse whistle of the silver smelting furnace, and the smoke ascend from the settler's happy home. When this takes place, I have but little doubt that Arizona will prove to be in truth, the Treasure-House of the Republic.
We had been in Mesilla scarcely a week when Jimmy appeared at my door one morning, and hat in hand and look- ing extremely foolish, he asked for and received a "saycret
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interview," during which he informed me that he had ""'detarmined to sittle down and marry a swate little gurl ov his acquaintance that he had mit the day before." IIe brought her to see me, and sweet she was, gentle reader; as pretty a little black-eyed señorita of fifteen summers as one would find in many days' travel.
What mattered it that Jimmy couldn't speak half a dozen words in Spanish, or that Juanita couldn't speak a word of English? Perhaps it was better so; in any event, Jimmy married her and immediately took up his abode in her mother's house, a neat little jacal on the banks of the acequia Madre in close proximity to my own, and when, some months afterwards, I left the country, Jimmy and Juanita were living together, apparently as happy and contented as two mortals who inhabit this mundane sphere could wish to be. *
Five years afterwards, while passing down Broadway in New York, one beautiful September morning, I met Jimmy face to face. IIc whooped and executed as many grotesque gyrations as an Apache during the preparation of a feast of mule-meat, for a time quite forgetful of the fact that he was not upon the plains of New Mexico.
When I ventured to suggest that his mad capers were attracting the attention of "swell-dom," he said, "Will, if it isn't custhomary, I won't do it," and quieted down suffi-
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ciently to inform me that he was to sail the next day for Queenstown, from whence he was to proceed to the parisb of Bandon in the County Cork in "Ould Ireland," and, said Jimmy, "Won't the ould folks jist think me riserricted in- tirely ?"
I inquired for Juanita, his pretty little wife, and learned , that - well, it was another story of woman's fickleness and man's perfidy.
If any of my readers should ever chance to visit the parish of Bandon in Old Ireland, I beg of them to inquire for and visit Jimmy Hurley, and I hereby guarantee them as warm a greeting as a stranger ever received upon a foreign shore.
For the rest, soon after the news of the commencement of the struggle for the perpetuity and integrity of the Union reached the Rio Grande, Dr. Parker and myself secured seats in the eastern bound overland mail-coach, and one bright, beautiful morning in May we turned our faces away from La Mesilla, and in little more than two weeks we found ourselves in the great city of St. Louis in Missouri.
Here we parted: the doctor to visit his family in old Vir- ginia, and I to go to my more northern home. We were destined never to meet again in this world. Three years later, during an engagement between the United States forces and a rebel gun-boat in the waters of Grand Lake, Louisiana, Dr. Parker, who was the acting surgeon upon the boat, was
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MY FARE WELL.
killed, and his body brought within our lines under a flag of truce, where it was buried. He was a noble man; a jovial companion, and a warm friend; few there be like him. Requiescat in pace.
And thus it comes, gentle reader, that I must bid you a final farewell.
If you have accompanied me thus far in my travels; have crossed with me the vast alkali plains and arid desert wastes of the country; have admired with me the beautiful and fertile valleys, as well as the magnificent and sublime mountain scenery; have been my companion in my "Journey of death" with Cochise, and shared with me the perils and dangers of a visit to the "Apaches' Home;" if you have recrossed with me the frightful cañon of the Gila; visited the immensely rich silver mines; stood appalled at the hitherto unknown meaning of the word desolation, until we have seen it illustrated in the crumbling ruins that stared us in the face on every side; if you have joined with me in our defence from the Navajoes' attack ; shared the annoy- ances and vexations caused by Jimmy's absurd susceptibility and blunders; enjoyed with me the kind hospitality of the generous cacique of all the Zunis; and then, if you have returned with me to La Mesilla, and mourned with me the sad fate of the Stewart family, you and I will part, I trust, none the worse for the, to me, pleasant hours that we have spent together.
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In any event, I shall be made happy by the knowledge that while you have been perusing these pages, you have at least gained some information concerning a section of our great country, almost as little known as though it did not exist, while in reality it is the most marvellous of all the many marvels that are to be found upon the North American Continent.
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