Arizona daily citizen., 1901-08-22
A Rough Journey
In the Rainy Season.

Francis Hartman, Mr.. selby and JAG
Garden, All OF Tucson, made q
journey into the Galiuro mountains a
short time ago and have just returned.
They tell thrilling tale OF mishap and
adventure, that is all tell it save Jack
Garden, the hero Of the adventures, who
says nothing, as becomes hero.
The gentlemen left Tucson on the
stage for Mammoth. There were six
other men on the stage, no. OF their
party. The four horse team skinned
away over the sand. The gentlemen
joined in genial conversation to while
away the hours. No thought OF the tri-
bulations OF this sin.cursed world enter
ed in to mar the pleasure OF the morn
ing ride
They reached the Rillito. The river
was on rampage and WAS looking for
trouble. The men in the stage were
game and accepted the challenge OF the
turbulent stream. The driver urged his
horses into the water until it reached
the horses side and got into the stage.
Some of the men climbed on top of the
stage to escape the water.
Then q horse got mired down. The
men were scrambling into the water and
wading or swimming back to shore.
Then came brave Jack Garden to the
rescue.
Garden climbed out into the cold mud
dy stream and dragged the struggling.
frightened horses safely to the shore
from which they started. The men
stood about and shivered in their drip
ping clothes until the waters receded
when they crossed easily.
The next morning the members OF our
immediate party Francis Hartman, Mr..
Selby and Jack-brave old Jack took
another rig and started from Mammoth
to go to a ranch eighteen miles up the
river.
Down there the other side OF Nam
moth is the San Pedro river. Sometimes
it has water and sometimes not. But
when it gets little water in it, it is like
an Indian full OF bad whiskey and it
does things. 1t rolls and tn nbles and
surges like angry, muddy surf 1t eats
great slices out OF the shore and washes
away whole counties In a night. 1t
sweeps ranch horses, hay stacks, fences
and farms into its capacious NAV and
devours them.
Numerous horses and cattle are siezed
and drawn down in it's treacherous
sand, never to reappear. The San Pedro
seems to get off it's head when it imbbes
too freely-off its entire course in fact
for it sometimes covers the whole valley
in places.
This is the stream our party must
cross. When they reached its banks it
was high. They are dauntless, are these
intrepid travellers, and they drove in
The water rolled up until it flowed over
the horses backs. 1t washed the team
down stream. One of the animals laid
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their prayers and determined to sell their
lives dearly.
They forgot Jack Garden was there.
When he saw the horse lie down in the
rushing torrent he plunged in and held
the beasts head above the water TO prev.
ent it from drowning. The other two men
swan ashore and Garden struggled to
save the team. Finally he succeeded in
getting them looscd from the wagon and
dragged the animals out. lie then
swan back to try to save the wagon.
Francis Hartman stripped off his clothes
and swan in to secure some Of their
pereonal effects from the fatal wagon.
Fated? No, brave Jack was
equal to the situation. He tied rope
to the wagon tongue and together they
hauled the wagon to the shore.
Four days they waited in Mammoth
for the floods to pass away and then
on their interrupted pilgrim.
age
"ld rather 60 up against anything
than that daredevil old stream" de-
clared Col. Hartman today and Mr.. Sell
by nodded his aquiescence.
Jack Garden. hero, aint sayin' moth