The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-07-12

water, but nectar champagne, food, life,
electricity-everything that restores life,
hope and ambition.
The reporter awoke to find himself at
Coyote Springs, and the story-teller was
doing his best for his unlimited guest
His telescope had found the weary tray
eler far out Oh the plain, and he had sent
his only companion, a ChenoWayWa In
dian, on muleback to my relief; and he
had arrived just in time with his precious
eanteens OF water to save the mules from
death.
As Ben told 1t: ''You see stranger. I
seed you coming, and told the Intun to
skip and bring you in. That something
has happened heaps of times, and / al
lers keeps my weather eye peeled to save
HE out on that ere desert. once in awhile
/ miss EN-, and the poor cuss dies of
greatness or sunstroke just like you were
going. You see your mules were plum
played out, and you were lying down in
the bottom Of the blackboard a-Wisper-
swollen you couldn't swallow, so the In
jun just poured some water on your head
and wrists and tied head and wrist up in
wet cloths, and brought YOU I'D here on
my mule. Hot? Yes, rather-about I20 in
the shade, according to this and it's one
. of the thermometers them geological sur
vey fellows gave me, and asked me to
write to EN- down at Washineton how
hot 1t was here every day. But what
in thunder do they want to know down
there for how hot II is up here? 1t amt
so very hot to-day though. Why, I've seen
it go to 100 in the shade, and that Intun
Just lie here by the rocks and pant like
a lizard"
Coyote Springs Ben was native of Wis
conSin, and had had fair common school
education in Milwaukee. From his four
teenth year he had made his own way in
the world, and had lived on the border
or civilization for over thirty years He
could speak dozen Indian dialects and
had dWelt among the Apache and Pimas
in days when white men would travel a
hundred miles to avoid them. He had
been scout for Gen. Candy in the Mo-
doc campaign, and had been shot with
both arrows and bullets fourteen times
All about the little oasis or springs where
Ben dWeIt lay a desert as cruel and mer-
clless as the depths of Sahara, stretching
east to the Colorado river. to the south
TO California to the north TO the center
or Nevada, and on the other side of the
slope lay the boraX-cOvered valley of
death. Some 10 miles to the north, among
the mountains and canons, fell the rains
ana SHOWS OF the winter season in the
great lava holloWs of the range, and they
round their way to the surface through
tiny crack by the side of Ben's hut. A
piece OF iron pipe conducted the precious
mud into a wooden tank buried in the
ground. And this tank was protected
from robbery by an immense paddock
which Ben carefully locked and unlocked
every time a drop was taken out: and
every canteenful was carefully measured.
For two days and two nights the re-
porter rested in the shadow of the great
rock In a weary land. For two days the
reporter and Ben slept in the hut, and for
two nights they lay awake out under the
cool moonlight sky and told stories
Whenever a story struck Ben's fancy he
relit his pipe. and, with a short tell thar
again he listened, committing the tale no
memory. His aim in life was to get a good
story 10 tell for each day in the year AS
soon as his guests departed he would
spend days in writing out the stories thew
had told him, and his hut was piled with
manuscript that would have delighted
the heart OF many newspaper editor.
For certain saints days, the Fourth of