Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-10-02

this point above all others and will risI
 everything rather than leasSe their killed and wounded behind.''
 We'll" said liar ding retlectivelv.
 the devil himself is not quite so black as he's painted. Even these murderous
 villains possess some virtues, it seems.
 But, Will. the horses zxust be taken to
 water at once. They've beginning to
 suffer"
 It was quite t.zre. The poor beasts
 had passed IS hours without drink and
 were now showing ulpnistakable signs
 of distress. Whatever the possible dan 1 ger. an immediate trip must be made to
 the river So after nasty breakfast
 we divided our'force, seven fully armed
 men riding of with the horses and the
 same number 'remainfng to guard the 1 wagons.
 The watering party had little over a 1 mile to go and coEIld not be inolested by 1 the small band of'savsges left in the can yon unless'thess had some way of egress
 other than the mouth of the pass, on
 emerging from witch they must be seen ! by us. All'seemed to be Coing well, ,as ! we heard no shooting from the direction | of the river, but three-quarters of 'an 1 hour passed awayt and our men had mot
 returned. Shortly afterward, however.
 they hove in sight, riding very slowly
 and apparently bearing some kind of
 burdens strappeG4on the backs of the 1 three led horses
 The coast being G=lear, We walked out 1 to meet them, ,ande;oon, to our infinite
 horror, saw tux their sad freight con-
 sisted of the sc&lpel- scorched and muti-
 lated bodies of six white men.
 l T, littln bpllpu-N .s1pSa tl, l bank, our comrades3 told Nus, they had | found tho irons of two recently burned
 wagons and mixed with them the charred remains of what few hours befarejhad 1 doubtless been.a party of hopeful emi- grants. Whether butchered by tfe band which had abducted the women, or by that which had attacked us thew could not tell. Neither could we be s11reetl.at the unfortunate party lad containe only six men. OtherslthereInay havc teen-- now prisoners in1 the hands of'thoFmer- ciless Apaches andsrcservod for hellish tortures.
 While digging Sra%esIin oriertlO give the pitiful tragmentsldCSPnt buTIAl nono of us could refrain from shuddsring as we thought of the1crueltfate WI hich had overtaken the. hapkess travellers. and re- hecting llowfeasilyfthnt fate might have been our own we lGtterly regretted that we had lefta sirt;le savage aETe>
 Charlie Blaku,"yactly voiceENthe gen iral sentiment when he said: ell only hope those hellhounSls may pitch into us again. If they doN not q mothes's son of them shall escaperhis time"
 And remember, boys" added Dick HardingS those innocent women are in the pow CT Of jn$c such scoundrelS.'
 Its an awful busine ss." put in Hugh Elliot. If Kit Carsont fails to rescue the girls, all the gold in California won't comfort ISecord; no, norS Frank Austin either"
 He won't fail" confidently rejoincd Blake. He'll bring tl,elro back all right; see if he don't. Why. Eve read some where that Kit, siuglci handed. once fol lowed a squad of six Indians for five , days, killed every mauof'shen and saved white woman and herf1aby."
 Yes. Charlie" said Elliot, but on another occasion Whcn1he and his party had wiped out al butEone of a band of Apaches that one, tle instant before he was himself shot dovpl, cut the throat of woman prisoner, whom the villains had tied and hidden hahini q bush be- fore the whites overlook them.
 While thus converting we Eeverently smOotlS.d the earth over the humble graves of our murdered oountrymen. for tidinSs of whom relatives and friends, perhaps wives and sweethearts, would long waitiin vain--no look, paper, scrap of writing by which the bodies might have beenidentife6 having been found by our nen. All had been consumed or carried awaN> and who and whence were the victims'Uf this one among scores of similar waTs.de tragedies might never be knowE-yet, over all, in the azure vault of S heavenly sky, the sun shoue as brightly, wandering birds scared as joyously as if the demoniacal passions of men had never stained with the blood of their fellows the rolling surface Of this vast solitude.
 Wishing to econonize our dry feed as much as possible, we led the horses about the middle of the afternoon lit tie way out on the plain to graze. It ! was very pleasant to see how greatly the 1 animals enjoyed the sweet buffalo grass l after their 2l hours deprivation. They ! had fed for some minutes. and we were { interestedly watching them and the ] mouth of the pass by turns. when we | saw n single mounted warrior ride out of the latter and speed away northward, 1 parallel to the course of the canyon.
 It needed but this to convince us that, , so far from having been re-enforced. the ! savages were only now dispatchinG an , envoy to summon help, and wo, instantly | realized that the salvation of our whole | party depended upon the arrcst of this |, messenger.
 Among our stock thero was a 3-year- | old thoroughbred mare, exceedingly fleet | of foot, but not taken by Carson on his , presumably hard ride because of her ten der age. At the moment we caught sight . of the flying Indian Hugh Elliot was holding the rein of this beautiful crea- ture. Quick as flash he put the tenl- porarily displaced bit in her mouth, snatched up his rife, sprang to her back and was off like the wind.
 When the warrior first emerged from the pass, h. was of course 300 yards from us, and although riding furiouslv he was not much farther away now, as his route lay alongside the canyon, which might be said to form the base of a right angled triangle of which the line from the wagons to the pass was the perpen- dicular and that between him and us the hypothenuse. Along this latter Hugh Elliot was now racing at flight of speed so much greater than that of his enemy that 1t became at once evident the chase 1 would not be a long one. Probably no other horse in our outfit could have out run that swift pony, but it was no match for the blooded mare, each one of whose sweeping strides lessened the distance be tween them.
 Before pursuer and pursued had gone