Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1893-01-11
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KID. THE BANDIT APACHE.
4 PRIZE GRADUATE OF THE COZ
ERNMENT SCHOOL,.

Once there was an Indian baby on
the San Carlos Reservation who was
lucky enough to attract the attention
of the agents wife. His Apache
mother used to tilt his basket up
against tree while she worked in the
agents house and leave him in charge
of q certain yellow dog until it was
time to take him back to the tepee at
night. He had a name that meant
Yellow Wolf, or Eagle-that-Tears, or
something like that, but the Apache
sounds were too hard for the white
folks and he was soon plain Kid. He
was the smartest Indian baby ever on
the reservation, and really noticed
the Eastern lady who watched him
from the veranda and thought he was
the funniest thing in that whole wild
country.
There was not much humor there
then. There was death in hundred
hideous shapes always threatening, for
every year had its uprising, and those
nearest were most likely to o'suffer when
the Apaches started away on their
raids, says the San Francisco Exam
iner.
But Kids father had the fortune to
be killed during one bit of numbering
and burning, and Kid, outgrowing his
basket of wicker and buckskin, tramp
ed nakedly about the agency until he
was quite boy. ,
Then the agent and his wife decided
to do something for Kid. The people
were getting tired of the regular spring
overflow of devils from the reserva-
ton, the soldiers killed many and
brought others back, but the Indians
stayed only during the wet weather,
and when out of doors became pleas
ant again away they went, fresh from
months of lazy living, with new blank
cts and a hunger for blood whetted by
seasons abstinence. The govern
ment in it's wisdom decided that if
those bcnighted people could only he
shown the hopelessness of killing all
the whites they would become dis
couraged and quit.
So they determined to take away off
to the East number of the young
bucks, educate them up to the proper
appreciation of the value of white
mans life, and ultimately send them
back as missionaries to spread the
knowledge they had bestowed upon
them.
1t was good idea and on other
savages it had worked well.
That was the chance to do something
for Kid. He was so bright, so different
from the other Apache spawn, that the
agent picked him out for the govern
ment's pupil, and away he went to the
Indian University at Carlisle. From
there came back all manner of good
reports. He learned easily. He took
to cultivation with as much readiness
as any child of 90 generations of civil
ization. He came out of the Indian
school an educated, finished gentleman,
with college training and all the rest
of it.
His native brightness and the culture
he had come by so strangely made him
a great favorite. Society took him up
and he was lion at receptions. His
was Il presence that would make any
such show success. His strong Indian
face and tall well-knit frame set off
good clothes splendidly. Women par
ticularly were interested in this re-
claimed savage with high mission, for
he knew the purpose the government
that had done so much for him intend
ed him for, and he spoke of it with en-
enthusiasm. He lived the white mans
life, said pretty things to the white
mans women in romantic conservato-
ries. Surely the education of Kid was
q great success.
There was story of prospective
wedding with one of the fairest and
gentlest of those who listened to his
stories of his life on the desert reserva-
ton, but his mission called him back,
and he came to teach his fellows that
there was more in life than murder and
theft.
His return was q triumph. The par
sons used him for text in their SER
mons and pointed to him as the solu-
ton of the Indian question.
At last he reached the reservation
and the whole country watched to see
the result. 1t came quick enough.
One night Kid doiIed his good clothes
and his school-teaching manner, brain
ed a squaw who would have betrayed
him. and at the head of half a hun
dred others broke from the reservation
and tore through Arizona, killing, tor
turing and burning. Through they
went over the line and into Mexico,
driving before them cattle and horses,
the spoil of the raid, and leaving be-
hind them men and women and chill
drcn dead in their blood, amid the
blazing ruins of their homes on the
ranches.
And at the head of the band rode
Kid, naked as the rest, with the black
war-streaks on his cheeks and the
white vengeance lines painted across
his forehead.
That was ten years ago, ana ever
since Kid has been the scourge and
the terror of the Southern mountains.
Scores of those who have ridden with
him have been killed and captured,
but they have never succeeded in put
ting back the bonds on Kid. He has
slain Il hundred white men and wo-
men. The soldiers of the United
States and Mexico have hunted him
over thousands of miles, and turning
back, has time and time again craWled
into their camp and cut the throats OF
one or more.
When Geronimo made his last raid,
Kid Joined him among the rocks OF
the Sierra Madrc. There were POO OF
the fends on the warpath that time,
and the record of their awful crimes Is
long one. But at last they had to
ulit, and General Crook brought them
back to San Carlos, but not all OF
them. Kid would not agree to the
surrender and slipped away like Il
coyote into the brush. They sent
Geronimo and his chiefs back into the
Florida everglades, whence they could
never hope to come back to the noun
tains and deserts they knew so well.
One of these chiefs was Masse. lie
ESCAPED from the train in Kansas and,
savage though he was, he made his
way back through the States unappre:
hcndcd into Arizona. He found Kid
probably by the same instinct by which
a freed wolf finds the pack, and to-
gether they murdered through the
years. At intervals they descended
on the reservation and carried oil wo,
men. These women do not come back
Kid has an easier way Of getting dl'
vorcc than through the courts.
Less than year ago the soldiers got