Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1898-01-05
HOW pAVY CROCKETT DIED
Not DAvy of the Alamo, but His Nephew,
 af Cinarrrn. \. M.

Not DAvy of the Alamo, but His Nephew, st CimarrOn, N. M.
 "It was in the summer of 1877 that I first visited New Mexico to inspect the Moreno mine in the in terest of syndicate of New York capitalists, said c. J. Hixon, mine expert and mineralogist.
 Awaiting the arrival of certain | parties l was to meet, ! staid at ! Cimarron, at the famous Lambert's hotel don't know whether 1t Is now in existence or not, but then, considering its environment, 1t was, so far as beds and the table went, a remarkably good house to step at. But there were other features about 1t that were rather startling to man of quiet tastes. The landlord, with something of pride, pointed out the bullet holes that riddled the walls and ceiling of his barroom and informed me that 9 men had been killed in that rOOm-seven in a single year. He told me of some of the orgies enacted there when the cowboys came in from the round up with a realism that made me gla0 that I had arrived at a time when they were expected to he out on the range. 1 exhausted the sights of the town-a htle half American, half Mexican settlement built along the Cimar-On river-in one brief stroll and spent the rest of the frs day there with a novel in the bar room, which was also the hote. office
 Two COW men rode into town early in the day and, in company with one or two of the townsmen, paid pretty constant attention to Lambert's bar. My host took Occa sion to point out one of them and tell me in a whisper that he was Davy Crockett, who had come tC New Mexico from Texas. He was a nephew of the Davy celebrated in song and story who ended his days in the massacre at the Alamo.
 |" He did most of the business when the three negro soldiers were shot in this town last year, saiC Lambert. He and Jim Lanier, the man that's with him, had to go out and live with the Utes and Apaches until the affair blew over. No, they never were brought to trial; couldn't get a grand jury in Colfa1 county to indict them. The sheriff holds warrants against them, but Ii would be as much as his life Is worth to try to arrest them. You can see how nice and peaceable they are when nothing comes up to irri- tate them.
 "I looked with interest at Crock ett, little, wiry fellow with thin tipped, determined mouth and a keen, unquailing eye, but in no way unpleasant of expression or manner. Re and his companion were typica! cowboys in dress. They drank steadily and quietly all day, the only effect of the liquor they took being to make them by degrees a little more jocular and talkative. From time to time the name Of Reinhart, the sheriff. came up, and I could see that there was no good feeling between them and him.
 Evening came, and at about l. o'clock I went up stairs to my room, leaving the two COW men and their friends still drinking at the bar. l did not go at once to bed, but sat by my window enjoying the beauty Of the night, with its soft, cool air, clear sky and brilliant stars. l had begun to undress when the two COW men came out from the tavern and | mounted their horses. Iheard them 1 tell some one that they were going l out to their camp on the mesa to start on a COW hunt next day. Each !! had little harmonicOn-mOuth or. gan, it is often called-and they rode down the main street of Cimarron side by side, playing in unison sentimental tune which was pleas ant to hear.
 '' had turned from the window. when bang, bang, bang-bang, bang bang, bang-bang. came the sound of a volley of shotguns from some where down the road, then a cry and a rush of horses feet. Two horses were flashing out of town like runaways. On one was a sway. ing man, who still kept in his sad dle; the other was riderless, as learned afterward Davy Crockett lay dead in the road. shot full of slugs and buckshOt. 4 party, evi- dentiy learning the route the two COW men would take, had lain for them in ambush behind a fence Crockett fell dead to the ground with the sound of the volley, but his companion, desperately wound ed, managed to cling to his horse, and the animal took him out oi danger and carried him to the cat tie camp. He eventually recovered from his wounds
 Tt was generally said in Cimar ron that the attacking party was a sheriff posse, headed by Reinhart I don't know that the statement ever was denied, for, if true, he might have been acting within the limits of his authority. l knew enough not to mix or meddle in Cimarron feuds or politics and no. to be inquisitive. l never heard that any pretense of investigation was ever made as to this carefully premeditated killing, which was an incident of my introduction into New Mexican life. New Yorb Sun
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