The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-07-22
TOOK SWIFT REVENGE.
A Story Of the Apache War in Arr
iona.

Ohe hundred ana TWenCy=nV6 or the
Cruel Red Devils Shot Down by Fed
eral Troopers as Punishment for the
Murder of Three Settlers.
From the St. Louis Globe Democrat.
Although the deadly hostility of the
Apaches to the settlement of Arizona by
the whites has resulted, in the long run.
disastrously to the former, they could
boast of many temporary triumphs during
the years preceding their final subsection;
and it was seldom that their bloodthirsty
bands, returning redhanded from the
slaughter of the unprotected. were over
taken by immediate and adequate pun
ishment. So swiftly would they swoop
down on the unsuspecting settler, muir
der, burn, destroy and disappear, that
pursuit was nearly always fruitless and
though, in time, punishment was melted
out after fashion to the whole tribe, the
individual perpetrators almost invariably
escaped Identification and Justice. When
Gen. Cook subdued them and placed
them on reservations, it was not by any
one pitched battle, but by hunting them
releHtlessly fFeulS their mountain fast
nesses and keeping them constantly on
the move until there was no longer a hid
ing place in all the land where they could
be safe from pursuit. Then they sued
for peace, whice was granted them,
but which they only observed when
it was convenient to themselves.
In spite Of Christian teachings the hui
man mind still clings iustinctiYely to the
law of retaliation, and refuses to be Sat
listed when those who have taken human
life are left in possession of their own.
IL is, consequently, a pleasure to recall
one instance at least in which a brutal
band of Apache murderers were over
taken by a swift and terrible retrlbution.
The instance here related is his
tory-heretofore unwritten, il is
true; nor can all the particulars
be found in the records of the war
department, for it was not deemed
advisa Bile in those days TO report the kill
ing Of many Indians for fear of raising a
clamor among the Boston philanthropists,
so-called, a class in the east who could
hear of the massacre of settlers and their
wives and children unmoved, but who
never failed to shudder and raise a wall
at the death of a poor" Indian. The raid
on the Hassayampa is only too well re-
membeFed by many residing in Arizona
to-day, for it was one of the last Indian
outrages committed in Northern Arizona.
BEGINNING THEIR FIENDIsR WORK.
The few score of citizens of the little
mining camps sprinkled along the Has
saYampa river were commencing to
breathe easier 1t was nearly four
months since Gen. Crook had gathered In
the numerous bands of marauding
Apaches and placed them under military
control on the reservations and it was
now possible to lie down at night, or even
to travel from place TO place, without
fear and trembling. Former horrors
were forgotten, and men were at their
ease and off their guard. But the poor
Indians were suffering from ennui So
one day large band of them stole away
from their reservation on the Verdi river
and headed for the vicinity of the mining
camps of the Hassayampa. They had
some squaws with them, for they in
tended TO take good long holiday and
the gentle squaws could not bear to fore
go the pleasure Of torturing the white
prisoners, of whom ii was hoped there
would be many. They belonged to that
branch Of the Apache nation known as
the Apache Mohave, and there were Just
125 of them in all
1t was mid-afternoon on the 18th OF May,
1873, when the snakelike procession
wound down through dark, narrow ra-
vine to the deep canon Of the Hassayampa
and, crossing quickly over the dry bed Of
the stream, disappeared noiselessly
among the huge boulders that lined the
opposite side aud covered the abrupt
slope OF the overhanging mountains!
-Four miles below was Smiths mill a ten
stamp quartz mill that had Just been
completed, and Ave miles above was Ed
Lambleys ranch, where the water
OF the river came to the surface
for short distance before sink
ing again in the Hsandy channel.
There was no oneo In sight as the
Indians waited behind the boulders, but
wagon road passed up the canon from
SMITHS mill 70 Eambley's ranch, and
thence 70 the mining camp of Wicken-
burg, still farther above. Soon Gus
Swain came driving his mules slowly
along the sandy road his rickety wagon
filed with empty barrels AS he neared
the group Of boulders 10 is strange that
his mules did not give him warning that
death lurked behind him, for his OF mule
was noted for its intense dislike for
Indians. Poor Swaiu's body was found
the next day. mutilated in an unspeak-
able manner lying IN the sand behind his
deserted wagon. But there was the
wound ola big musket ball In his breast
and they breathed easier when they saw
that proof that death mad saved him from
torture. The tracks showed how the In
dams had swarncd around the wagon.
hnd That they had led away one OF the
mules, but had Dutchered the OtherOn the
spot. Not trace Of the latter was left
On the gro ana except the contents Of lts
lalneh aud % few splashes u blood
Ihen, eafh one carrying share n the
slAuRh tered animal. they climbed b. the
summit ~ tle rough, boulder strewn
moanlaiu. siil in single Ole, ana building