Arizona republican., 1892-12-22

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 Behind him and cllnging to him was a woman. The horse looked faded, and both riders were nearly worn out.
 We asked them to sit down and rest, put the man answered at once: Gap tain there is no time to lose. Rather get your shooting irons ready and look to your animals. You sec, we wers camped down the creek a distance of about five miles. We could see the smoke of your campfires all the evening. We were right in thinking this a white mans camp, as the Indians hardly ever uee green wood. There were only three of us-my partner, his wife and myself. About two hours ago we stopped to get supper and get the camp ready for the night. While we were eating there came the crash of rifles. My partner fell over dead. A bullet struck my arm, but the woman escaped.
 We didn't stop long, but 1 put her on q horse, jumped up myself and made dash for your camp. The pests were on the other side of the stream, which gave us some advantage. But look out, for 1t won. be long before they will be upon us. They don't know yet that you are here, and will try to capture us. Let's give them warm reception when they come. If you have an extra gun let me have it, for want to get even with them for the killing of my part ner."
 Here was news indeed. Having come so far unmolested we did not anticipate any trouble from Indians so close to the settlement.
 However, we got ready for them. The animals were brought in closer. Each man looked to his guns and ammuni- tion, and double line was formed for action.
 It was indeed not long before the red devils appeared on the opposite side of the stream. They were not little sur prised to see a considerable body of armed men ready to fight, and naturally hesitated to make an attack.
 Darkness was now setting in fast, and care had to be exercised to prevent them from crossing the stream and making night attack. But we counted on the early rising of the moon, now in it's full, and decided to fight it out by moonlight. if any fighting was to be done that night. A few wild shots were ex- changed without doing any damage on either side. We had extinguished our campfres, thus taking away any ad- vantage the Indians might gain by their light. We noticed the redskins moving little further up stream, as if trying to find more suitable place from which to attack us or to cross the stream. Bill Tucker laughed and said. Watch out for some fun now, boys"
 We failed to see any fun before us, being unable to determine the number of our opponents. They might be toe many for us, and possible extermination is decidedly anything but funny. But suddenly the Indians gave one unearthly yell, and by the light os the rising moon we could seq them dash away over the rolling prairie to the east.
 Bill laughed again.
 "I reckon as what these pesky devils won't trouble us any more jess now" was all that he said.
 Curiosity prompted everybody to find out the cause of their nasty flight and of Bills positiveness. He bade us come with him and listen quietly and care fully. When near the stream a peculiar sound could be heard from several direc- tions resembling the ringing of thou sand bells at once. At times the tones would become weaker and gradually die away with peculiar noise resembling a a deep drawn moan. Then they would increase again in strength, becoming more resonant and distinct.
 Mystified. we looked about us for an of this strange phenomenon, but failed to find one. Bill finally ex- plained that the sounds were produced by the waters of the stream running over the peculiar rocks in it's bed. There was an old Indian legend of singing river" that predicted death for all who camped on it's banks There had been quite a massacre among warning tribes in that vicinity, SO goes tradition, which i made the singing river dreaded by all the red tribes thereafter. But it had saved our lives, and we lost no time in l the settlement after the sun | had risen over the hilltops. Louis De Lestry in Romance.