The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-07-22

a score of little fires that made no smoke
10 betray their presence from a distance
they roasted and feasted and made merry.
Soon word was passed that a white man
was coming down the canon, and Ivarty
of them descending the mountain, again
waited behind the boulders. The I1an
was on foot, and as he came nearer they
could see that he was a well-forme d ,
handsome young fellow over six feet 10
hight, and that he carried an ivory
handled six-shooter slung TO the cartridge
r belt that encircled his waist. No one
knows exactly what happened next. but
IL is certain that he must have been
startled out Of his presence of mind-per-
haps by their diabOlical yelling or per-
haps by an arrow whizzing by him-and
failed to use his pistol The track in
the sand indicated that on coming oppo-
site the ambush he started to run west
across the canon. and that fifty or more
OF the savages took after him, catching
him under the cliffs on the opposite side.
This would never have happened if he
had pulled his pistol and faced them
They would have been compelled TO shoot
him dead, and thus he would have
avoided the awful torture that followed.
The Apaches delivered him. as is their
custom, to the tender mercies of the
squaws, and what agony he was forced
TO endure before death released him is
fearful to contemplate.
George Taylor, the 1S-year-old son of
the superintendent of Smiths mill, had
been dispatched 10 Lambley's ranch that
morning to attend to some work on the
ttume which delivered water TO the min,
and to turn On the water for the first mill
run. 2. W. Smith, the mill owner, had
brought him as far as the ranch in. his
buggy and had gone on to Wickenburg,
intending to call for him on his return
that same evening. After completing his
work on the f1ume young TAYLOR had de-
cided not to wait for Smith. but TO return
on foot, as there still remained several
hours of daylight; though Lam bley who
liked the boy, urged him strongly TO spend
the remainder of the afternoon and the
night at the ranch. That was the last
seen of him alive.
In due time Smith stopped at Lambley's
IN his buggy, and learning that the boy
had gone, allowed himself to be persuaded
into spending the night. The next, morn
ing at Smiths mill, Mcdonald, one of the
mill men, had to go to Wickenburg, and
saddled bis horse at sunrise. He never
came back. Death still lurked behind
those fatal boulders, and as he passed OBJ
posite them on his big gray horse there
was whlrr OF arrows, and he was sent
TO meet Gus Swain and George Taylor.
That must have been about O'Clock in
the morning, for at s O'Clock Smith came
along in his buggy, and discovering the
two dead bodies, did not need to be told
what was wrong, but turned his horse
and hurried back to Lambley's That he
was unmolested was proof that the muir
derers had departed.
SLAUGHTER OF THE MURDERERs.
The next day party started out to
bury the bodies and to hunt for Young
a isru. al To 4, Il
way the Indians had gone and whether
they were still lurking in the vicinity.
The party was small one, for there were
not many men in the settlement. but IL
was not their intention to attempt an en-.
gagement with so large q body as this
was known TO be- However, a swift
courier had been dispatched at once to
the military post at Date Greek, forty
miles from Wickenburg The party. on
reaching the scene of the murders. fol-
lowed the well-worn trail leading to the
mountain top, where the Indians had
camped, and there, surrounded by the
clean-picked bones of the butehered mule.
they found the body of the unfortunate
boy, stripped and horribly mutilated
Their indignation and horror at the sight
were so intense that not a word was
uttered, In order to spare his parents
the awful sight the body was buried with
out delay, before they had been notified
that it had been found
Another day passed and then detach-
ment of United States cavalry arrived
from Date Creek, supported BY a COM
pany of Indian scouts, and took up the
well-detined trail, which led eastward
over UNEMPLOYED mountain ranges. They
found where the renegades at their next
hating place had killed and eaten the
other Of Swain S mules, and, as before.
had consumed it entire, leaving nothing
but the cleaned-picked bones; and the
next day they fell in with strong scout
ing party from Fort Mcdowell, who had
heard from Camp. Verde that some
Indians had escaped from the reservation.
and had been sent out to intercept them.
The two parties so OPPORTUNITY met
joined forces forthwith, and late that
afternoon the scouts brought in word that
their quarry had gone into camp
short distance ahead of the
column. 1t is probable that the maraud-
ing party had sent back spies for the
first day or tive, and thus learning
that they were not being followed-for
the troops did not take the trail until the
third day after their departure-they had
grown careless and relaxed their vigil
lance. By the waters of a crystal spring
i'll deep, secluded valley, walled by high
mountains, the murderers had chosen
their resting place. They had butchered
the large gray horse ridden by Mcdonald
their third victim, and were feasting and
making merry in fancied security. The
bucks were lying around at their ease.
without their arms, while the suuaws
roasted great hunks of flesh at the camp
fires, and waited on their lords Silently
the stern-faced troops closed in around
them, and at signal volley after volley
was poured into them from every side
There was no chance of escape Panic
stricken, they rushed to and fro within
the circle Of belching flame and smoke.
In few minutes all was over. Their lit
tie pleasure trip was overland their vic
tins were avenged.