Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-04-30
ToUoAEsT oF MANKIND.
Almost Incredible Stories of Apache En
 aurnnce and Cunning.

continent. They are tougher, more en- during, and more unconquerable than any other of their race. An Apache can lope up the side of mountain with the thermometer marking 120 degrees, and when he reaches the top he won't show an extra drop of precipitation, nor will he breathe a whit faster than when he started. He will go for days without morsel of food or a drop of water; he will live on snakes, mice, and refuse, or if the worse comes to the worse he will shoot his horse and eat what he wants of him raw. Set out to pursue a band of Apache raiders, and if they are hard pressed they will separate, each one for himself, so that the only way to keep up the pursuit is to follow them individ- ually, in which case the Apache is sure to have the best end of the contract. When the hunt is over the dusky mis- creants will come together at some point twenty or thirty miles away.
 There were twenty-five of us cavalry men, returning from one of our fruit less pursuits of the terrible Geronimo. Our horses were worn out and so were we. It was one of the hottest days I have ever known in that throbbing furnace of a country. We had several miles of baked alkali plain still before reaching the fort, where we could secure shade and water, and what we needed most of all else-rest.
 Whew but it was hot. Had not the air been perfectly dry neither man nor beast could have stood it. The metal work on our guns was so heated that no one could bear to touch it with the naked hand. The air shimmered and fhro1Ia1 field at noontide -of summer day North, east, south and west was one level stretch of plain, on which not e, tree, shrub, or even a blade of grass grew. Far to the westward could be seen the outlines of the fort, oddly dis tort, through the -quivering atmosphere, but in every other direction was the naked, burning desert.
 We were strung along for a distance of several hundred yards. In fact, much further than that to the rear. All the animals were plodding slowly through the sand, which it seemed to me was hot enough to roast eggs, their heads dropping, while we were simply enduring it, grimly closing our teeth, holding out to reach the post.
 Was there anything to be apprehend- ed from Geronimo? Could we old cam paigners be entrapped? Low, level sand on every hand. Well, right there in the midst of that flaming plain, with [ it's horrible sandy waste in which no , spear of grass could find root, that frightful chieftain and his Apaches ann buscaded us. It sounds incredible, but it is the fact.
 Suddenly I heard rifle firing at the rear. It had dull, odd sound, but was close at hand, and as I turned in the saddle saw that the squad furthest away was engaged in desperate fight with party of Indians, who were on foot, shooting, striking, and darting hither and thither like so many demons. | We instantly wheeled and hurried back as fast as we could to the help of our comrades, but before we could reach them three saddles were emptied, and Geronimo and his warriors were scurrying across the plains at speed greater than any to which we could force our exhausted ponies, who sunk to their fetloclks at every step. We gave them parting volley, which wounded several, but they managed to limp off with the help of the others, and all were soon out of danger. l don't know how far they travelled off over that
 burning desolation, but it may have been many miles, for they were capable of doing it if they chose.
 Those Apaches must have discovered our approach while we were a good way off Knowing we were on our return to the post, they could easily calculate where we would pass. They then bur rowed in the sand. covering themselves entirely with the blistering particles so
 that only their snake-lile eyes peered
 forth. Thus we passed within a few
 rods of them without suspecting their
 presence.
 In conversation with Gen. Crook
 about the extraordinary incident the old
 campaigner smiled and said:
 T am not surprised. I have seen
 them do the same thing myself; but the Apache is the only Indian that can dc t."-Minneapolis Tribune.
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