Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1891-12-30
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 Fighting. Then DeAti leFfs,4sT'
 Out at Trinidad, Co
 tho town is Q hugr,
 pn tAe top of a hill
 high. It Is called Sir
 it is one of the histor aaose .a le
 west Indeed it Is q eDs o hls~.
 tory from that time W ~ s.7ssz
 made sacred by the gs os glle2
 mans blood, ushered in the sale Ans: prosperous era of whit mans rule.
 Simpson was pioneeT and came to
 the place before the nanc oi Trinidsd
 was heard. He was a freighteT, and
 finding many advantsges about the
 spot he prepared home for his family on the bank of the Pnrgatoire river
 He had wife and two boys in his home at Santa Fe, and no man ever more lovingly prepare a lodge fof bis love than this rough driver fashioned n dwelling in far away TriniaA-s:- Ee had everything in readiness as be passed through to the east, and meant ta briHg. out his wife and chilorea on his nezx trip west. But the Indians had risen that fall and swept all the settlements down the river. They found Simpsons home just ready for occupancy. car tured the men he had employed to tas care of it, and then lay In wait with disturbing thing til the owner kho come.
 Simpson had seen signs Of their ages. and knew the knife and D. were devastating tn sSanfry. Be cled around his cherished home q saw enough to warn hiIa He drove the foothills south of the river, and b gan preparations for a guarded camp. The Indians did not wait for bsrrica5es, but attacked at once- The helpers were slaughtered st the first assault. but Simpson, with oos eanteen of water, fought his VI sy through the line of screaming Utes and clasnbersd ur the hill. They followed him as well As they could, but darkness favored him. and he gained the hilis Next morning early they found him. and he retreassd little further up the hill, killing ssv- eral of his assailanls from Q better coy er In the afferr.~r... - ---l4 -z - from that, and he elanbered 0 Htsia higher up. So the warfare went on.
 He had shot so many they would nce leave him alive, but they could nos capture him. The second night S;mp- son retreated to the yesy top of the hill, rolled up 8 shelter of stones in a spot where he could command the ons approach, and waited. He had eaten nothing. and could hope for ID food. The only chance for deliverance lay in the possible coming of soldiers to avenge the massacre of settlers. lying there in the broiling sun by day snd the chilling air by night, the srins old man watched sleeplessly, picking oil his enemies as they erept one b. one up the path.
 Day after day, for a week, without other food than cactus root, with no water than that one cslntsen flil. hs stood of his enemies. lie never shot till head was in sighf, and he always killed. Ten days, and he prayed for death. Eleven, and he lost his cart ridge belt He found t, feebly crawl. ing about his little fcrt, on the evening of the twelfth. He killed three Indians on the thirteenth. ln the thick dark- ness before the dawr of the fourteenth he felt rather than law an Indian aE the path, and shot without . waver. He heard the voiceless Ute roll down the precipice and pumped in another 
 That was his last They found him 70 at noon, his dead eyes wids opau. his rife lying along the rosi. sss pinched, heroic fran st4rved for 1ocd and famished for water, SD thin tssas they spurned tt with their feet. For fourteen days he hsd fought tbem, and then he died defiant
 Trinidad people have raised croes 'o mark his grave and to peFpetaats he memory of the most hopeless, ths aost surprising fight in ali the Indian snnals. Chicago Herald.