Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1883-11-18
were . man, even by this red headed
bully and desperate.

remember that on the march to
the dam the quiet, peace-loviag men
OF Quaker proclivities were still al
work On their declining to join US,
Fox ordered his men TO seize them
and bear them along in front. 50 that
they should be the frs. exposed TO
the bullets of Yreka
Had the mob dispersed after de-
stroying the dam, no blood would
have been shed. But, unfortunately,
the Wheeler brothers rolled out bar
rel OF whisky, and knocking il in the
head, hung the barrel with tin cups
and told the boys to .,pitch in" \
fool could have foreseen the result.
Some worthless fellows got druak
and went TO Yreka. boasti1g of their
work of destruction. They were ar
rested by Dave Cotton, the Sheriff Of
cisaiyoa couniy, aad thrown Into
prison. The news of the arrests
reached Us al 0reenhoEn about daFk.
| and in half an hour we were on our
way 10 the county seat 20 take the
| men out of iaii. Some of our own
| men were half drunk, Others wholly
sn, and aliwere wild with excitement.
Nearly all were armed with six-ssoot-
ers. We ran forward as We ap-
preached the Jail, pistols in hand.
| Being nimble footed and having no
| better sense, | was among the first.
Sheriff Cotton, who had heard of
our coming. and taken position in
the Jail, promptly refused to give up
his prisoners without process of law;
and we opened fire. The Sheriff and
his posse answered back-and what
scatterment Our men literally
broke down and swept away board
cabins and fences in their fight /
know of nothing so cowardly as q
mob.
But there were some who did not
fly. One, DR.. Stone, the best man of
our whole five hundred, / think, lay
dying in the jailyard along with q
few others, and there were some of
our party Who would not desert them.
The fight lasted in Q loose sort of
fashion for hours. We would fight
awhile and then parley awhile. We
were finally, by some kind of CON-
promise not found in law books, al.
lowed to 60 back with our prisoners
and our dead and wounded. This
was known - the ''Greenhorn war"
We threw up earthworks on Green
horn and waited for the Sheriff, who
had been slightly wounded, to come
out and make arrests. But he never
came. And I never met him any
more till his trouble in Naples. /
wonder how many Of Us are alive TO-
day! ! saw the old earthworks only
last year. They are almost leyeled
now. The brown grass and weeds
covered them. As / CLAN bered the
hill to hunt for our old fortress,
squirrel scampered into his hole un-
der the wall, while On the highest
rock little black lizard basked and
blinked in the sun aud kept unchsl-
lenged sentinel.
| remember when we came to bury
the dead. The men were mighty
sober now. We could aot go to town
for Q preacher. and 30 one of our
party had to offlciate. That was the
saddest burial / ever saw. The man
broke down who first began to read
His voice trembled SO that ne could
not get on. Then another man took
the Bible and tried to finish the chap
ter; but his voice trembled, too, and
pretty soon he choked up and hid his
face. Then every man there cried, !
think. They loved DR.. Stone SD. He
was mere boy. yet graduate, and
beautifuiand brave as Greek of old.
All, these, the dead, are the mighty
majority of old Californians | No
one would guess how numerous they
are. The knights of the nineteenth
century lie buried in her bosom;
while here and there, over mountain
tops, totters q lone survivor, pros
pecting.
And I sit here. ct forty years.
Dipping my nose in the Gsscon wine."
Ispent few weeks at Lower Soda
Springs, near. Mount Shasta, last sum-
mer. 10 sight Of the old battle ground
In Castle rocks, or Castillo del Diablo.
% Il was then called. tried to find
some Of the men who had fought in
THAT little battle. But one white man
remained-Hquire Gibson. Az the
time of this light, which took place
on the 18th day Of June, 1855. he was
married to the daughter Of friendly
chief, and q he was the only alcalde
II al that country. he Was . sort OF
military q well - civil leader, and In
the battle was conspicuous both for
courage and good sense He tried to
keep me back and out Of danger. He
told me that was OF no account in
the nght and only In the way. But
when / was shot down at his side n
. charge through the chapparsl. he
took me In his arms and carried me
safely aside. He cared for ne aftsr-
ward, too, till ! got well. How glad
II was TO nnd him still alive When
you 10 up % Soda 0prings, jump out
Of he esaeo q eweetbfiar Ranch.
lonly. 8 fsW mIles this side Of Boda,
and lock him up. Do yos think hin
- Illieeruae boog : He b OF ooe Oe
tie bess families OF New York, gen.
slsnaa md . scholar.
| A fev yooss - one Of his wealthy
|sissses cGme cat - yisis thg old mas
Iron The Easlern States. Prom oan
Hrancisco che telegrsphed her ap.
stVsoaeA and The probable day Of her
arrival q his mansion.
| She came, but shs did not find him.
SQUIRE Gibson had long contemplated
| prospecting the Fugtcd summtts OF
| q aimost inaccessible mounsain, he
| felt that the time had come for thia
work, and his venerable maiden stf'
| ter. with al her high ideas OF fam
lily" approached. He called hi.
|, srouse and bis tawny children about
him, anc bade them take up thsll
baskets and 90 high, very high: up
| into the mountains for acorna And
the gray old Californian cinched hii
| litile mule till she granted. He'd PICK,
| nan and shovel to the saddle. and %
, pointed her nose up the peak and
climbed q II he was climbing for the
morning star.
Il Squire Gibson. / beg your pardon
for dragging your name and your
deeds before the heartless world. BE
tIieve me, old friend and comrade. Il
is not to trade upon il. to fatten
Il n~~e = knnN