Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1888-02-14
aERonlMo.s PRISON.
A v.sut to the Apache Indians CoAnasd N
Fort Pfckens. Fla.

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city-which. unfortunately. Is fast los.
ing its quaintness in the march OF inn
movements steamed through the
shipping there was general sigh OF
satisfaction. Life was beautiful. Indian
summers soft haze gently toned the
vivid blue of sky and water and gave q
mistiness to otherwise sharp outlines.
We soon neared the principal point Of
interest, Fort Pickens and its Indian
prisoners of war. Fort Pickens is stu
ated on Santa Rosa Island, one side of
which is washed by the deep blue waters
of the bay. while on the other shore
breaks the surf of the Gulf of Mexico,
clear and green. As we neared the
landing we observed several groups of
Indians and one officer in their midst.
They gathered about the boat showing
the curiosity of well-bred and dignified
children, the principal man among
them being Man gas, one of the chiefs.
Asw stepped on the wharf he pulled
up his fishing line with little pompano
on the hook. l took the fish off for
him and he smiled at me amiably. 1t
seemed impossible that this smiling
fellow. calmly fishing in imprisonment.
could be the fierce and desperate man
who had jumped through the car win
dow with the train at full speed. court
ing any mode Of death rather than the
modification OF surrender.
We passed on within the fort. At
the door of the first room were two In.
dian women seated on the floor playing
cards. Our civilization has taught them
this. They ceased their game as we
came up and smiled at the party. The
soldier with us could not interpret, SO
our conversation was limited to q few
signs.
| Next we met woman with a baby
swinging on her back. She stopped to
let us examine the little fellow They
have most remarkable ''instrument of
torture" as we dubbed it, for carrying
the ''papooses" until they can walk. 1t
is of wood. shaped something like a
coffin, with the sides very much lower.
though. In that the child is placed and
strapped. from its neck down to its
heels, its hands straight down by its
sides. so that the little one can move
its head only. This arrangement has
band of leather which the mother
passes around her forehead. When busy
at any thing she stands it up against
the wall or post! OF all the babies we
saw there we did not hear one whimpcr.
The women are very friendly, and
seemed pleased at the attention paid
them and their children by visitora
laughing great deal and showing in
variably fine rows of teeth. We saw
great quantities of bead work, baskets,
ETC., which they are busy preparing to
sell winter tourists, but we did not pur-
chase, as Indian work is so much better
done by Americans now!
We soon reached Geronimo's quar-
tiers. He sat on chair near his door
and one of his squaws was on the
ground near him. while baby Just
walking played about his feet Within
the room on the bed were seated a little
boy and girl, iabbering away for all
they were worth, who quite scorned all
our efforts to attract them to us. &C.
ronimo was more suave than any In
dian man | have ever seen. He smiled
and shook hands and his manner was
almost affabla. was much amused to
see the murderous old fellow play with
his child. One of his squaws died re-
Gently, but he didn't mourn very long.
We had been told that Natchez was
more naughty than all the others, but
l think we caught him on his red-letter
day, he was so polite. He is the finest
looking of any of the chiefs and his
face is more honest. Geronimo has a
blander smile, but would never inspire
confidence. Natchez's hands and feet
are small. He stood up for us to look
at him. He is long and 1.-THE of limb
aad looks as if his strength were quick
and nervous, rather than of the endur
ing kind. His hatred of Geronimo does
not seem to abate. In fact. the old
diplomat, as he is called here, is in bad |
odor with the other chiefs. They hold |
him accountable for their surrender and |
have never forgiven him. They are
very ehary about associating with him.
The storms of few weeks since ter
rlhed them. The "big water" inspires
them with an awe and dread that moth
ing else does, and it was an infinite re-
lief to them when the heavens cleared
and the waters were again calm. The
booming of the surf. which sounded
Ike the play of artillery far in the
city, filled them with nnspeakable ter
ror What will become of themp Will
their lives be spent in PRISON. 1t is a
knotty question and one which the
government has not yet solved. They
are not quite the heroes of Cooper, and
their love of dirt and treachery are re-
pulsive; but they are men, and mon of
so different birth and rearing we can
not force quite yet into our narrower
groove,'-'e"sacola (Fta. Cor. Patla-
delpksa T-.es.
a Good Ma,.z