Butte record. (Bidwell, Butte County, Cal.) 1853-1858, 1857-05-02
who was he, then 2
why, Gsrcia.'
Who is Garcia ,,

no was ne, then
why, Gsrcia.'
Who is Garcia p
'Garcio is Three-fngered Jack. a
perfect demon; human blood to him
Is like wine te drunkard.'
is Joaquin's band in the neighbor-
hood 7 my God! All we can do then,
is to sell our lives as dearly as posi-
ble.'
why. is Joaquin such terror p
strange You sell your life dearly as
possible !-ha, ha !-Joaqnin would
not hurt hair of your head I thouhgt
you were going to marry some old
flame of yours, you said so, one night,
at DR.. Stauzelle's, on the Tuolumne
river. 1t was the last time l saw you
there, and if you fight Joaquin and his
band, you viii not see your home again
and as for your money, he don't want
tnat.'
How do you come to know so much
of Joaquin : l Inquired.
Il am an intimate friend of his, and
let me lell yon this much, there are
two men men in this State that Joa-
quin would not harm for the worlds
and his band knows them; and If by
accident or design, either one of his
band should Injure or kill them, he
would hang the man that did it to the
first limb that he found stout enough
for the purpose, as food for the ,ulture
and crow for Joaquin, feared as he
is-robber, as people call him, is no
Migrate. and gratitude for kindness
once given is as deep with him as the
bottomless pit is represented to be. 1
will tell you: Joaquin, is seeking re-
venge, and | know he aoiU have it,
His wrongs are many he has been
whipded for-what' Ouly because
he was Mexican greascr, as the
fends in human shape called him-and
that, too, Don, when his wife was about
to become mother. What followed,
for they robbed him as well, and from
exposure his frst-born died, and was
buried like dog by the road side.-
His wife had not yet recovered from
her sickness when he was bound hand
and foot, and saw-Oh, God, such a
sight his wife ravished before him,
because he was a g,easer. There are
few left of his prosecutors their
graves are on every hillside, and 1 do
not believe that one will escape him,
for he loves revenge better than he
does his wife, and he loves his wife
better than he does his God. Don
Carlos, l will be obliged to leave you."
He arose from his seat, took the serape
he wore and wiped the sweat from his
brow, as if the recital of Joa quin's
wron-s had ag,nized him. l also, rose
TO my feet, saying, as l did SO, "poor
Joaquin--bow l pity him ~
Eyes, pity Joaquin, Don, but as
long as Joaquin can remember, you
and Doctor Strauzelle are safe. You
both have pitied Joaquin, and doctor
ed his wife when sick, and if ever you
want a friend call on Joaquin. Good
bye, D"n," continued he, as be took
me by the hand !; ''your company are
all safe." He looked strangely into
my face; and the moon shone out full
and clear, and l recognised the patron
| had travelled with from San Jose in
1850.
'Why, Patron !. 1 wonder did not
know you sooner exclaimed.
Yes, once the patron, but now Joa-
quin, the California mountain robber. ,
How did you know l was herei' l
inquired. He replied that he knew my
borse.' He shook my hand again and
departed, and | seon lost sight of him
amoug the jimisel bushes that covered
the side-hill.
smoked my pipe until daylight,
when we breakfasted, broke up camp,
and rode on our journey, but each W N
dered how it came that every RATA we
staked out with, that night, had been
cut aud as carefully tied together again.
| kept my own counsel, and not until
the hills we're long ways behind, did
l tell of my adventure.
In conclusion, I can safely say that
the head of the original Joaquin, the
California mountain robher, has never
been on exhibition in this or any other
city, exc pit upon his own shoulders !;
and if l can believe Major H, who
knew him well, Joaquin's hoad is in a
good, healthy condition, and on his
shoulders, in the city of Sonora, Mex
leo, where it was seen by the Major a
few months ago.