Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-08-09

perplexing question. Ny hacke with the
hunting knife upon that skull were very
much like stabbing turtle with feather.
AT last l reloaded the six-shooter, stood
face to face with my game, and drove bullets
through the skull until there was q ring of
holes about the horns, and with q little
knife work 1 got them with their uniting
frontlet, afterward shipping them to Los
Angeles from the first station.
1t was well past midnight when we
camped in the snow little west of Will
Jams, and on the summit of the Arizona Di-
vide, Z 7,345 feet above the sea- There was a
pile of new cut ties, which were soon trans
formed into q cubby-house, with ''bed-
stead" of two dry ties; and there we passed
the bitter night very cozily, with feet to a
roaring fire and stomachS distended with a
huge meal of venison roasted in the ashes
sKINNING CAT WITH HIS TEETH.
In the rocky Businesses of Johnson's
canon-by which the railroad slides down
from the shoulders of the great range to
lower valleys-we started couple of Wild
cats, and lucky shot finished one, though
missed a much easier shot at the other
The fur was in prime condition, and 1
spent three labOrious hours skinning the
big cat-a job which could never have been
accomplished with one hand had worn
false teeth.
Nearly all day we were in sight of the
strange, natural column of stone 60 feet
high and no bigger around than barrel,
which towers aloft upon a shoulder of Bill
Williams Mountain, and is called Bill
Williams monument. Bill was famous
scout of early days, and died In his cave on
the mountain like q gray wolf in his den.
The Apaches Gagged him there, and finally
claNr haf IL
had sent 81 of their braves ahead to the
happy hunting grounds
AT last from the deep SHOWS of three days
before We had descended to the tropics, and
found verdure and full-leaved bushes and
s ringing flowers. Birds sang and butter
fiji IS veoed past iThe wild, majestic cliffs
l 'amed TALLER, nobler, more marvellous, at
every step, until the Wash ran abruptly up
against titanic pyramid of roseate rock,
and was at the end; and we turned at right
angles into the grander
CANON OF DIAMOND CREEK.
The sun was already lost behind the left
hand walls, but the rock domes and pima
cles high above were glorifed with the
rudy western glow. For another mile we
hurried on, clambering over rocks, pene-
trating dense willow thicke s, leaping the
swift little brook a score of times
and long, jarring leap vas
not the most comfortable thing for
me just then. And at last, where the cliffs
shrank wider apart, vast rock wall 5000
feet in air stood grimly facing US, and the
brooks soft treble was drowned in q deep,
hoarse roar that swelled and grew as we
climbed the barricade of powders thrown
up by the river against the saucy impact of
the brook and sank in silence beside the
Rio Colorado.
l dragged together great pile of drift
wood and built a roaring fire upon the soft,
white sand-for there must be no catching
cold in that arm. In half an hour l moved
the fire, scooped hollow in the dry and
heated sand, rolled our one blanket about
Shadow and myself, and raked the sand up
about us to the neck. And there we slept,
beside the turbid river, whose hoarSe growi
filled the night. and under the oppressive
shadow of the grim cliffs, whose fiat tops
were more than mile above our heads
CHARLES T. LUMMIS.