St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-04-01

In my memory it seems as if it might be
yesterday, but counted by years, it is pretty
long time since I went to Arizona There
was no railroads or telegraph lines across the
continent then, and although / wasn't more
than twenty at the time, 1 believed and so did
others, wiser than I, that the child wasn't
born that would live to see a railroad across
the continent, but this is a wonderful age.
left my ship to find gold, and drifted down
to Los Angeles in Southern California, where
heard party was being formed to go to Ari-
iona, where it was reported gold fields of Won
derful richness had been found
joined the party, but when we reached the
land of the Mojaves-it is pronounced Mo-
hav-ees-on the banks of the Great Colorado,
was down with fever and couldn't go on.
My friends could not wait for me to get we'll,
indeed, to use their own expression, they
were sure 1 was ''going to pass in my chips"
that is die, but they left me some food my
own rife and horse and wished me good luck.
The Moiave Indians were not at war with
the whites at this time nor have they been at
any time, but for some good reason they kept
away from the white gold seekers, who were
not, as rule, the best class of men.
was left in a little bark hut, near the
mouth of Bill Williams Greek, where there is
now a town, though at that time there was
not house within two hundred miles. My
gold seeking friends were hardly out of sight,
when two children a boy and a girl appeared
before the entrance to my hut
The boy was about twelve, the girl two
years younger. Their only clothing was
strip of fringed cottonwood bark hanging
from the waist. They were the color of new
bronze slender and beautifully formed. Their
long and very black hair hung in simmer
ing waves to their hips, their big black eyes,
suggested the beautiful eyes of the deer had
seen in Squire Shows park near Bangor,
Maine and their teeth were so even and white
and their lips such rich dark red, that for
the moment could not believe the boy and
girl real, but thought they must have been
conjured up by the fever that had been de-
vouring my body and upsetting my brain.
The children were not frightened nor were
they curious. held out some coins to tempt
them, but never having seen money, they were
happily ignorant OF its value l knew little
Spanish so did the children, and with that
and the universal language of signs, I soon
made myself understood
They came in and sat on the sandy ground
and while they shared between them the de-
licious remnant of can of condensed milk
L learned that the boys name was Irata, and
that.the girls-she was his sister-was Tubo
spoke to them about schools but they did
not understand me, for neither had ever seen
book. 1 spoke about God, but they had no
idols of their own, and had never heard of the
Supreme Being, whom the white men worship.
The children brought me fuel and water I
paying them by letting them listen to the
ticking of my watch, which puzzled and
amazed them greatly. They had no idea of
its use, and as they refused to touch it, they
evidently thought it was some kind of an
animal
That night the fever came on me again, and
1 have not till this day any idea of the hours
or days that passed till regained conscious
ness. When my reason returned, Irata and
Tube, with their pretty swarthy faces full of
pity and anxiety were bending over me, and
from the deep murmur of voices beyond, I
knew there were others near.
1t seems that the children had first come
upon me when they were out gathering pinon
nuts, on which at certain seasons the people
I'VE, anu tIlilt tiley lldu communicated their
discovery of a solitary white man to their
parents and other members of the tribe
The grandfather of these children, Irataba.
was the chief of the tribe, he had been on to
Washington with Kit Carson and General
Beal, and could talk English fairly well. He
was tall, fine looking old man, and when I
had told him my story he said: s'You belong
to Irata and Tube, they will care for YOU"
am not sure till this day that was not
regarded as the slave of these children, by
right OF discovery, but if SO, never slave
had kinder masters. Their father and mother
were fine looking young Indians, almost as
naked as themselves, and they had a little
brother of six, who looked like bronze
Cupid, and, except for his long name OF fash
ing black hair, had no covering at ALL
The children were very kind to me, they
swan like the fish they were so skilful in catch
ing, and with which they kept me supplied,
and even the wild rabbit did not excel them
in f1eetness of foot.
These young savages never washed, but
why should they, when half their working
hours, was spent in the water. They wore