The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-06-12

A company az ranchmen sat aboui the rail.
road station in Pomona the other afternoon
waiting for the belsted overland train for Los
Angeles. says the Pomona Progress. Every
man In the party knew the others. and there
the early days on the border and in Arizona
and California came natural Stories OF old
times, when Indians were bad and the white
pioneers knew what bravery meant, we're re-
lated. John Wilson Of FL Monte told the most
absorbing story Of the hour:
Talk about sand IL a man, gentleman I
am telling you that IL takes sand Of the qenu-
Inc article in any man % try and stand OF
single-handed forty or fifty Apaches when he
knows Just how the scrap will end and that
the end viii be his own death. But that was
Just the kind OF sand that was In Felix Knox
when he was killed by the Apaches. You see
Knox was an all-round gambler such as the
tenderfOOt from the east scorns so much and
knows so little about, but he had heart In
MIN bigger than any tenderfOots head. Wen,
II was In the spring OF a. Knox, with his
VIE and baby and a Mexican driver was
coming from Silver City to Clifton down In
Arizona. They got to Yorks ranch which is
on the ella river about thirty miles from
Clifton, all right, but were told there that
signs OF Apaches had b9en seen, and that
they had better go in camp there for few
days but Knox, who had fought the Apaches
dozens or times and didn't know what fear
was, said he wanted to make Clifton that day
Indians or no Indians.
We'll, the Knoxes droveson When they
NNAN dbOub lWO iulltH from I OEk s fuQcn,
sure enough a big buck Indian came from
behind low, rOund-top mesa. Knox knew
there were plenty more Of the red devils hid
there, and that il meant fight to death for
him. He was as cool as cucumber He
Jumped out Of the wagon. filled his pockets
with two boxes of cartridges and then kissed
his wife and baby for the last time, but say
ing that he would have the redskins quieted
IN few minutes. He ordered the Mexican
driver to lash the team for all he was worth,
and to drive back to York ranch as fast as
the horses could jump Then Knox waved
his hand to his wife, and said he was going to
stand OFF few Apaches-although he was
sure there was a big band of them. AS the
team and wagon rev back to the ranch,
Knox, rife in hand started toward the hill
Tor his last fight. He turned once and waved
his sOmbrero to his wife and child and then
STROBE on to his certain death.
The Apaches a second later rushed out
from behind the hill where they we're secreted.
Knox faced his foes, and standing stock still
pumped lead at them until he fell down dead.
The next day party of us was made up and
we went out where the fight took place.
knoX's body lay there amid the cactus in the
sun The Apaches, contrary TO their usual
custom, had not INITIATED the fellows body
in the least. They had taken a clean pocket
handkerchief out of knOXs pocket and care
fully spread it over his face and had fastened
1t there by putting small stone on each cor
ner OF ii to hold II in its place and keep the
hot sun from the dead mans face That was
their tribute to the sand in Knox. Seventy
tied from KnOX's Winchester, and one of The
raiding Indians afterward said that their
party numbered fOrty-two and that Knox had
killed seven of them. - .