The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1882-12-21

tNhSyo SNpty Duuy III tu0 DhuttOu camp
nearly crazy, was cool and seemingly
unmoved. He did not dismount, Eut
asked several questions from the sad.
die. "A great black dog. tho property
of the scout, and his inseparable COM
panion, ran about the camp and
whined. Apache George noticed the
dogs agitation.
"Buster misses him." he said. "I
reckon between him and me and Cou-
gar,' and he patted his horses neck,
1--WE can find him"
(" You will not 60 aloner'' asked Mr..
Daulton.
Eyes. Victories been seen ont 10.
ward tho Gaudaloupes at the head OF
two hundred and fifty warriors.
He's headed this way. Our COM
pany start on scout this even.
ing. The Captain could only spare me.
| reckon this was part of Victorio's
band. I'll follow. the trail and do the
bestl can. You had better roundup
and go back to the post. Going to bo
anything, will send you word Como
Buster. Adoisr'
And before any one could ask any
more questions, or offer any suggeS-
tons, Apache George had dashed into
the cane brake. They saw him again as
he mounted the cliff. He looked back,
waved his hand, and disappeared on the
topof the mountain.
Mr.. Daulton profited by the advice Of
the scout and returned to Fort Davis
with his fiocks and family. Two days
after he left Victorio camped at the wa
ter-hole In the canyon of the Lone Cot
tonwood. Every one knows the history
OF that daring chiefs reckless and bril-
liant dash along the frontier, his .pur-
suit into Mexico by the rangers and his
death and the dispersion OF his hand by
General Ter assas and brigade of
Mex can sol@iers. Those of his band
who escaped returned to Texas. They
were under the leadership of Mana, Ju
and Black Wolf, three of Victorios 8
field chiefs. The tands under the two
on n Shss e got Beef k wit e ths had
party, and the rangers pressed him
c 'ose. In q rugged canyon deep in the
Sierra Diablo he turned ut bay: There
was sharp fight. Black Wolf, Eve 0!
his warriors. two sQuaws and q papoose
were killed. two squaws and three pa
pooses captured, several were wounded
and the rest put to flight. When the
rangers, returning, reached Fort Davis
they were received with open arms In
the crowd collected to welcome the
brave scouts was Mr.. James Daulton.
Where Is Apache George?" he
asked.
That's what no fellow can find out"
answered one of the rangers, Eat least
no fellow in the outfit. He was with us
in the fight and captured O squaw and
pGpooSe. We oanped that night about
a mile from where we had the fight,
and next morning George and the squaw
and papoose were missing
Several Of the rangers corroborated
this story, and Mr.. Daulton was forced
to return to his borrowing wife with the
sad intelligence that nothing had been
heard from their missing child, and that
the only one who seemed able to give
them information had mysteriously dis
appeared. The rangers talked deal
among themselves about the desertion
OF their ccmrade and the escape Of the
There's something behind 1t ALL"
said one OF them. sagely, "for it was
my guard; and when I reported to tho
Captain he said nothing, asked no ques-
tions, and didn't even send @ scout out
after George
"He'u turn up again, never fear!"
said another, and sure enough he did
turn up about two months after the re-
turn OF the rangers.
In the meantime Mr.. James Daulton
had returned to the canyon of the Lone
Cottonwood, and erected an adobe
ranch-house. He saw the Captain of the
rangers q few days after the latter's re-
turn from the Sierra Diablo scout, and
since the interview his face looked
brighter and he took a more cheerful
view of life. His wife, however,
mourned daily for the lost one.
One evening, late in. the month of
July, 1880, MIR. Dauiton was busily en-
gagged about his ranch, experimenting
the erection of q corral. He saw u
horseman coming up the canyon, but
thought the rider one Of his herders anil
turned again to his work. Suddenly q
piercing scream, and then loud cries
fell upon his ears and he hastened to-
ward the ranch house. AS he entered
the hall by rear door his eyes fell OH n
picture that caused his heart to leap
with JOY. In the middle of the hall was
his wife on her knees and holding in her
arms the lost Willy. The ioy-oraze.I
mother was smothering the little fellow
with kisses. The other children were
clustered around and Apache George
stood in the doorway, leaning on his
rife. it was an hour before the peopls
ut Lone Cottonwood ramon sobcrcd
down sufficiently TO hear the scout 8
tory. He told it modestly and iacon-
lcally. l have heard him relate it n
dozen times, and give nearly his own
| words. 1t was of little interest up TO
tho time OF tho fight in Sierra Dablo.
tie followed the trail leading out OF the
rane- brake until II was lost in the broad
road made by Victorio's warriors. He
Joined his company and was with them
down 10 the night of the Sierra Diablo
fight.
~ reckon did my share Of the fipht
ing," he said: "The Indians made 6ut
little resistance. took after a buck
and squaw who had n papooso in her
rms. My first shot brought down the
buck. tirod at the squaw. but tho shot
was a bad one. It struck her hands and
wounded the pspoose in the feet. She
tropped tho child and ran into a litt q
nnotte of timber. The papoose was
screaming no the Top of his voice. He
was q little bit of q fellow, and for nm
indian, pretty. He had on bright cal.
Ico dress, and was about two ysara old
l reckon. When rot oloso Sto b;,,a :;