Los Angeles herald., 1893-01-08

the man they are hunting is like the nlm-
BILE and sagacious flea He bites, he jumps
and is gone before the extent of the injury
that he has done is actually recognized.
He is the terror of the frontier, and single
handed has inflicted more injury ON border
settlers and ranchers and is responsible for
more bloodshed than is Geronimo, the
Apache chieftain who was once known as
the demon of the Desert
The man to whom I refer is also an
Apache. Years ago, because of his fero-
cious disposition, his mother gave him
the name of Eagle-that-tears. He had
hardly completed twelvemonth of exist
ence when he attracted the attention of the
wife of the agent at the San Carlos reserva-
ton. Later on he showed such brilliancy
of intellect and adapted himself so well to
American ways that the good lady sent
him east to receive thorough education.
In place of his Indian sobriquet he adopted
the name of William johnson. He was in
dustrious and popular. at school, and car
ried off prizes at the college from which he
was graduated almost at the head of his
class. In fact he was a polished and popu-
lar young gentleman at that time in nearly
every sense that those words imply. 1t is
said that at least two white girls of birth
and breeding would have been glad to share
his fortunes as wife had he but indicated
preference for either, and it is undeniable
that he made many warm friends among
his college mates and the people of the ad
jacent village he wore good clothes, was
of magnificent physique, had lustrous and
expressive eyes, which dominated and made
one forget the angularity of his typical In
dian countenance, and spoke four modern
languages, his English particularly being
as perfect as that of student born, bred
and educated in New England.
His course completed, he said farewell,
and amid universal regrets and good
wishes returned to San Carlos with the
avowed object of regenerating the rem
nants Of his race. But as the train carried
him south and west, and the plains grew
arid and the sun hot, the old fierce instinct
OF his warrior ancestors returned, and when
he reached his destination the Mr.. John
son of the polite east had been retransformed
into the Eagle-that-tears. His fashiona-
BILE suit of clothes seemed to suffocate him.
He felt like strangling the white friends
who met him at the depot. He longed to
stab them as they rode toward the reserva-
ton. His welcome at the agency house
was endured, but not tolerated, and when
morning came the polished gentleman, the
Cultureu StuuclU anu feSeilerdUeu feu ultu
was gone. He had thrown off the trap
pings of civilization, had assumed the
scanty garb of his people, had stolen a
horse, arms and accouterlnents, and with
the instinct of wolf seeking its pack had
made his way to the Black range, and in
those dreary mountain fastnesses joined
the fierce horde of which Geronimo was
chief.
OF all the fiends in that ferocious band he
became the most cruel and relentless. The
thirst for blood was III his veins, and it
seemed Unsuitable. Mos of his comrades
in the course of time were killed, and the
others, including the leader, were captured
and sent to Florida, but the kid" as he
is now called, still remains the terror of the
border. His rage for murder seems to know
no bounds, and his splendid education af-
fords him extra advantages for carrying on
his satanic occupation. He has several
times taken employment as vaquero in
order to burn the dwellings on the ranch
and kill the inmates. In the same role he
has also visited numerous hamlets on the
border and set fire to the fimsy frame
dwellings as opportunity offered. Then
again he has been seen numerous times in
company with two or three of his tribe,
naked save as to breech clout, swooping
down upon stray freighter and his wagon
n settlers lonely lodge.