The morning call., 1891-12-20
A WARRIORS DEATH.
He Was in WARRANT and His Face Was That
Of a Demon.

We were on the west bank or edge of the
ravlne, which was about fifty feet wide and
so deep that our eyes could not penetrate
through the darkness to the bottom. We
had been sheltered behind the great bowl
ders for half an hour or so, believing that
the Indians were following on our trail,
when warrior suddenly stepped into view
Just opposite US. He was a trife higher
up than we were, and but for the glare of
the sun in his eyes he must have seen US at
once. We had travelled faster than he had
anticipated. for he was looking back over
the rough road we had traversed.
He stood beside a rock which would have
hidden him from the sight OF any one COM
ing from the west, and we watched him for
couple of minutes before the scout sud-
denly raised his rifle and fired. The bullet
struck him in the chest. He was so near
that saw tbs dust of it as it cut his hunt
ing shirt. He had just Strengthened up as
the scout fired, and the blow of the bullet
knocked him of his feet backward. AS he
fell his rifle slipped from his grasp and
went Gathering down. and 1t seemed as II
one could lave counted up to hundred be-
fore it reached the bottom and was dis
charged.
The warrior was stunned for minute
and lay as If dead. Then he made an effort
hrSt down the steep and slippery rock, and
he only caught himself as his body went
over the brink. With a sort of half-turn
he grasped the very edge of the shelf, but
only with his right hand. As lie hung
there he faced rs, and we looked square into
his eyes across the chasm. He was full
grown man and i'll war-paint, and his face
was that of demon. There was bloody
roth oOZlng from his lips, and as he hung
there he spat blood. But for his lungs be-
VQnl1 mn IN ntt
war-cry and summoned aid. We dared not
fire again for fear of further betraYing our
position, and so We watched and waited I'M
til he should go to his death down i'll the
darkness 400 feet below.
Dnpl dripl drip!
1t was the blood from his wound running
down to his feet and then dropping on
rocky projection yard below. Such was
the awful silence that we could hear the
fall of each and every drop.
With his gittering black eyes fixed upon
us-eyes which shone with hate and fury
and had never waver in them-he hung as
motionless as il he was a part of the cliff.
After the first thirty seconds he did not
open his lips to eject the blood which finally
ran in tiny streams from each nOstril.
ate-fury-revengei Not movement
OF the lipS-not the twitching of a muscle
from head to toe as he hung there. We read
1t all in his eyes. He was going to his death,
hut he would go hating the white man as
only an Apache can hate-thirsting for his
bl0od as only an Apache thirsts.
watched the arm by which he hung. 1t
was the arm of an athlete, with the muscles
standing out to prove its wonderful strength
could not detect the slightest sign of weak
ness after it had held him up for five long
minutes.
Hes gOingW whispered the scout
There was a movement of the legs, wild
clutch of the other arm, twitching of the
corners of the mouth. Then the eyes
blazed forth new fury for few seconds
look so full of malignant hate and thirst
for vengeance that we instinctively drew
back, and the blood stained body went out
of sight in an instant. We leaned over and
waited. No sound came up to us. he had
struck the rocks. to be mashed and mangled
to an unacceptable mass, but the ravine
was too deep for tie echo TO find its way to
the brink.-Detroit Free Press.