Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-05-13

any innocent tuft of bear grass, any cac.
tus rosette, any lonely rock may, without
any warning, spit out its little pun OF
smoke with a leaden message to your
heart-isn't it enough to make any one a
leetle shaKyf
just as pointers on the dial of truth as
TO cow-puncher and Apache, let me tell
you some funny little incidents, which are
not only characteristic but true. Last
October, while Ulzanna (popularly cor
rupted TO Hosanna) and his bloody band
were raidinRin New Mexico and Arizona,
hard pressed by Crooks efficient captains,
1t CHANGED one day that the old men and
children of the band, accompanied by four
or nye bucks who could fight swept down
by Whites rancho, some 25 miles south OF
THIS post. They camped in the open plain,
bali mile from the house, killed two or
three DeeVes, roasted them, ate all they
could hold, and packed all they could
carry. In the night they were up and
away. In that strong, stockaded rancho
house were 20 or % cowboys, armed with
Wlnchesters and six-shooters. Did they
open on the superannuated foe? Nary
open. They hadn't lost any Indians!
Again. Ulzanna's band was finally
driven into the Chircahua mountains,
whence 1t twice tried to cross the broad
san Simon valley to the northeastern
49, OAb WAC CACu Nliu6 uGlcIIGu ny
seeing troops. At last the hostiles made
night dash across the sulphur Springs
valley, west OF the Chiricahuas, Their
stock was worn out, aud, while the rest
rode on, three or four bucks swung over
to the sulphur Springs rancho for fresh
mounts. There were several cowboys
sleeping in the house, all ''heeled" to the
teeth, aud the corral which held the horses
was surrounded by a tall, stout pallisade
securely locked and barred. The Chirl-
cahuas chopped down the pallisade with
hatchets and rode off with all the stock =!
Not shot was fired, and, in fact, the
cowboys don't seem to have known of the
visit Till morning.
Capt. Crawford chased the remounted
band through the Dragon mountains and
into the Mule mountains. There the hos
tiles suddenly whipped around and made
Tor the Chiricahua mountains again.
Crawford hung on their trail, tireless as
wolf. The next day after they reached
the mountains he came to where, hard
run and with falling stock, the hostiles
mad stabbed every one of their animals to
death ana scattered on foot among the
rocks. Then he thought he had them,
sure. just at this time the cowboys of
the San Simon valley were preparing for
the fail roundup, AID had congregated
IN force at ranch near the mouth of
Whitehall canon. They had their -
or 30 prime ponies, ali nicely shod and
ready for the roundup. They were
warned that indians had been seen in the
mountains that day, and we're advised to
put their horses in the stout corral. But
no; they insisted upon lariating them out
upon the grass that night, while they
themselves snOred cOnscientlously inside
the house. They'd like to see any Indians
get away with their stock. Next morning
when they awoke and rubbed their conf
dent eyes every pony was gone, lariat and
all, and Crawford's tremendous pursuit
found only the swift trail of those fresh
ponies sweeping far down into Sonora,
where the savage riders were safe from
pursuit.
These are fair samples OF the fashion in
which the cowboy emerges from the III
minutive extremity OF the cornucOpia
when he has to deal with the lightning
movements and matches cunning of the
Anach1.