Arizona weekly citizen., 1894-12-01
R. E. L. ROBINSON'S DEATH.
Shot Like So Much Game witl
 His Own Rife.
A Relia ble Report from the Ceres In- dians Themselves-A People as
 Primitive as Adam.

The fate of R. E. L.. Robinson and companion has been learned at last. }, They are dead and were indeed killed
 by Indians. They were foolhardy o
 Robinson might be alive. The story hal
 passed from Indian to Indian, thence tC
 two gentlemen just back from there, anC
 from them to the CITIZEN. So it hal
 lost much of the thrill there ehould bs
 with it, and It's details. They were sho
 and killed, however, and shot with theil
 own rifle. Like the game they were
 seeking they were shot from an unseen
 hand and foully, cruelty murdered
 There was no motive for it-nothine
 more than the reason that many thous
 ands had died from-pure Indian GUS
 sedness. They were white men and
 aliens, the opportunity came and they
 were killed like SO many game.
 Robinson and his companion had
 brought their little vessel to the island
 of Tlburon. The Ceres Indians were
 everywhere about, apparently friendly
 enough. The men had gone ashore to
 hunt, leaving one man on the vessel
 Fooishly they separated. In the height
 of their folly. they loaned the Indians one of their rifles. Then came the dark deed. They got inland half a mile or so, and then were picked off, one within a few minutes of the other, with
 their own rifle. Two more of the party
 heard the cries for help from Robinson, far in the hills but, poor fellow, he was | beyond help. There followed the crack ot the rifle and he was heard no more Nothl more was ever seen of them. Their bodies may have been eaten, as the two who escaped to the vessel claim, 1 or they may now be at the bottom of ! the gulf Perhaps their bones lie in some canyon, eaten indeed, but not by the human fiends who killed them RoOinsCn In his writing loved to glo8t over some wild mystery. His own death furnished more thrilling subject than any oD which he has ever written. He probably died regretting that be could not write it up at first.
 The Ceres Indians have been the ob- jects of specIaI study by Prof. McGee ana his assistant, Prof. Dunwoodie, dur ing the past forty days. The gentle men are from the ethno.ogical bureau of the Smithsonian Institute at Wash ington. They have become thoroughly acquainted with the tribe. At first they denied killing the two men. They then admitted that they killed one and wounded the other. They finslly did say that both men had been shot dead. They still deny, and very strongly, that they devoured their bodies, and say they are not cannibals. Which of them did the killing none of them will tell.
 The Cerls are described by Prof. Dunwoodie as the most primitive they have ever seen, iu all their studies of the Indians tribes of North America. They dress in the skin of the pelican and are baked down to the wpist. They are spendidly formed race, men and women both being exceptionally we'll built, 1.-the and handsome. They live on the chase almost exclusively, and eat as mnch of their meat raw as cooked. They are also expert fishermen, being coastwise people.
 The Ceris number 400 people. Their race has been considerably decimatsd by striking character living there, as romantic as any of the people he lives among. Senor Encinas is the man, an old Mexican Don. He is a man of s..rc2s cLa-cc.e-, end hls will is law. Ii has killed 200 of the Ceris Indians hlmself The tribe hold him in great fear. They are more afraid of him than they are of the whole army of Mexico. In Mexico the reputation of the Ceris is that they are a wild dangerous tribe. When the two ethnologists told the prefect of Hermosillo they were going among the Ceris he did all he could to dissuade them unless they took along | force of at least fifteen armed men. They went alone however, except as to inter- preters, and got back whole. They did not give the Indians any chance at them. They were always thoroughly armed, and they used the Indians at once with kindness and frmness that held them in respect.
 ] That these Indians are murderous race there is no doubt. Senor Encinas has in his possession wooden tablet. ! ca 1t is letter in Spanish, written by the one educated Indian of the lot. It tells in it of tho l.!i!iig k;iii1g oi a fellow | tribesman.
 They spin not, nor weave. Ot cloth
 ." have none, Their art is less than
 t~dians, being confined to Tn. ~d their bows and norol ono, bunwoodie ao;n,;u -~nhs arrows. Of that however MT.
 says that he has among his photogr., a picture of an Indian girl with her face painted; the painting he says, is the handsomest thing he ever saw in Indian art.
 Such people as they are our own ancestors might have been 10000 years | ago. And ID looking at them the civili- zed man of today can fervertly thank | God that he has evolutionized.
 They are with natives and desires as primitive as those of the earliest man. They are content to kill and gorge thelr neat raw and sleep. As their fore fathers were hundred centuries ago, 'o they are today.
 Annual Report of the w. U. B. A.
 On Nov. ?, 1893, the ladies of this city, t an urgent invitation from Mrs. Sam Tel Drachman, met at her residence to llscuss the advisability of forming a harltable association. The result of his gathering was s society called the WOman's IIniyarsal Rapovalapt Aooo |