Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-04-29
A HORRIBLE TALE.
A Graphic Description Orthe San guinary Affair at Stevens ranch, by a Child who
 Escaped
Special Cosrsspondence of the "cIti1sn. {"

Special Correspondsnce of the Citizen"
 SAFFoRD, A. T., April 19.-If it be true that bad news travels fast, then this will reach it's destination speedily. Little Stsnislaus Mestas, aged nine years, has just arrived here from Stevens sheep camp, twenty miles distant from this place, with the following blood-curdling story of Indian massacre upon his baby lips: "Yesterday morning 18th inst. ) before daylight, the Indians attacked our camp whilst we were all asleep, my father and five other men, who were there, at tempted to get their guns, but too late, the Indians rushed in from all sides and overpowered them before a shot could be fired. The work of slaughter then began and was frightful while it lasted. An In dian put the muzzle of his gun against the head of one man and fired, blowing his brains against the floor and walls. l saw | them kill my mother and two little brothers by beating their brains out with stones They killed five. They tied my father and tortured him most dreadfully
 He begged them to spare him, but they only tortured him the more. When they were tired of torturing him, one of them split his skull open with an ax. An Indian squaw, wife of one of the four friendly | Apaches, sheep herders, who worked with us, saved my life by holding me behind her and begging them to spare me. When all of the Mexicans were dead except me, the Indians left, taking with them our friendly Apaches as prisoners. But they soon were sorry that they spared me, for they sent party back to the house to kill me, but the squaw begged so hard for me that they said that they would go back and tell the chief that they could not find me. They then went away again, and when they were gone far enough the squaw and left the ranch and travelled all day and night until we reached Stafford. 7"
 The face of little Stanislaus is indica- tive of great suffering. Horror IS de- picted upon it's every feature and his eyes protrude as if the horrors of yesterday were still before them, while he tells his terrible story with a graphic eloquence that pen cannot depict The chlld's story is complete, and if 1t does no other good, the mothers of the Eastern States, when tucking their naughty little ones in bed, may frighten them to sleep by repeating the sad story of poor little Stanislaus. The Indian squaw who arrived here with the boy says there were ninety-three war riors in the attacking party. They called themselves Chiricahuas and said that they were going straight to the San Carlos agency tu kill all the whites and get more Indians to join them. They also declared that they would kill all of the inhabitant' of this valley as the population of th' valley did not value one cent in compari
 son with their numbers and the Indians
 at San Carlos would join them. The hos tiles frequently declared that their whole desire was to kill in retaliation for tn, three Indians executed recently at For Grant. Ten persons in all were killed a
 the sheep camp and ten horses stolen Stevens sheep, numbering over GOO head. left to themselves are scattered il all directions. The people tor miles u and down this valley have gathered her for safety and occupy the county build ing. Citizens and friendly Indians ar mounting guard tonight while the womel and children are sleeping. w. F. c.