The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1894-06-18
A SON OF KIT CARSON.
Home and Family of a Descendant
of the Famous Scout.

Home and Family of Descendant
of the Famous Scout.
When old Kit Carson died, full OF
wears and Indian fights. he left a son,
who, resting content with the name
which his father had won, betook him
self far from the strife of this world
and built a home under the suns OF
southern California Far up in one OF
the canyons in Santa Monica he cut
down a few sturdy cedars ana pulit
his shelter. Then he covered IL Wiuil
the mud which he dug from the bed OF
the mountain torrent flowing noisily at
the bottom of the canyon. His mouse
was ON the hillside overlooking the
stream and was shaded by a huge live
oak. which spread its branches this
way and that for his half Indian chill
dren to sit and swing upon.
This was the home of Sam Carson.
and just before he built his adobe ne
had taken to wife a comely Indian
woman whose tribe for centuries mad
lived in the foothills of the Sierras
Santa Monica, whence they could look
out upon the blue Pacific, with Santa
Catalina rising, a blue hump in the
ocean, thirty miles away.
A
der the warm February sun found
Mime. Carson sitting placidly on a
stump in an onion field, mending her
lords jeans. She was Indian, and In
dian-like was wrinkled and worn and
bent, though her eyes were still bright
and sparkling She looked at least so
years old as she sat there, glancing
cannily at me and then pointing out
the ravages which storm and fire had
made in past years.
She put her sewing down on her knee
and in broken English, mixed with
Mexican, Spanish and frequent express
sive little grunts, she told me all her
troubles of the past.
The old Indian woman suddenly
turned to watch three little dark
| browed children that were chasing one
another along the hills crest, their
chubby bodies silhouetted against the
blue sky beyond.
"Mine-all mine," she said proudly,
SANS and mine. l have had seven
children, four grown, three little. Seq
and she pointed her wrinkled fingers at
/ the youngsters, now rolling gleefully
down the hillside.
"Trantulas, chil'ren" she screamed.
ct rantulas like the warm earth on the
sunny hills and come out and sting
sometimes little chiPren dead she ex-
again, leaving the youngsters and the
tarantulas to their own devices.
| ''How-how old are you?" the visitor
| ventured.
The old woman dug thoughtfully into
the dirt with one Of her brown toes.
Then she drew it hastily back beneath
her skirt and looked over at the noun
tains ''Maybe 49, she said, with a
sudden smile.
"Oh, no. not so much as that"
! She thought again for a long time.
watching the Pacific cleaning in the
sunlight. We'll maybe SO them and
she smiled contentedly
bringing with it the faint roar of the
The ocean breeze blew up the CANYON.
bringing with it the faint roar of the
breakers. Occasionally one could hear
the crack of the rifle, at which the old
Indian woman never failed to glance up
quickly. Her sewing was almost done
when Sam Carson, her husband, walked
out OF the thickets up the canyon and
stalked lazily across the field, gun N
hand and small yellow dog at his
heels His wife arose quickly and Sam
sat down on the smooth stump. He was
as brown as his Indian wife, his hair
was gray and his beard was grizzled
he spoke in a low toned, deliberate
fashion, as most peoTs&H ID who live
long under a seni-tropic sun.
10 you see unat little cur?' he said
That darned little dog has lust kin ID
a wildcat and the son of the old scout
wiped his brow and prepared to tell the
rest OF his story. He had a reputation
Tor thrilling and impossible tales.
Me and Baldy-I named him after
the old mountain over there-me an6
Badly, we was a-slyin Through the un.
derbrusih. l thought I'd shoot SONS
gophers just for luck. Well sir. 7 was
stardin' in front of a big live oak. way
up the canyon there where it gets mar
Ter. All of a suddin I heard a whirrin
noise in the air. I looked UP, and bless
me If there wasn't a big wildcat f1yin
right down on me. I gave one iump
but | expected the cat would have ms
the next lick. Oh, she was a big un
I'm tellin' you
But Badly was there. He just SAILED
into that cat. My, how Badly die
shake her" and Sam carelessly silieC
a lump of dirt ait the diminutive ours
nose. 1t would have been am unpar
donable insult to suggest that any wild
cat would have made two mouthful.
of little Badly
did Badly kill her?'
''As dead a4 a SNAIL said Sam
well, where is the skin of the cat
anyway" 1 asked
Badly chewed him all up said San
ithoughtfully ''Chewed him all Up
'Twasenlt worth bringin home" an.
handing his rife to his wife to carr,
Sam walked slowly back among tn,
onion sprouts and disappeared Will
her in the cabin under the big oak
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