The age-herald., 1901-04-21

sing as she did" says McArthur. ''The voice that she possessed on that awful night might have been envied by Melba or Patti. It would insure her fortune on any stage in the world"
 And I think you sang a little your self" says Miss Alma
 Charmed by the Music.
 "Yes, when l saw that the red devils were interested I tried to help and I believed with all the power of my lungs. The old mandolin vas within easy reach and l grasped 1t and thrust it into All mas hands The Indians neglected our funeral pyre and began to crowd over each other to get closer to the music. Some of the Squaws ran up and looked into Almas mouth to see what produced the sweet sounds. Old Boca looked frightened. He dropped on his knees and gazed up into Alma's inspired face as if he were charmed beyond all power of ut song that she had ever heard in her life, and then sang them all over again, never Tor moment neglecting the old mando- lin
 After she had sung for hours and our funeral pyre had burned to smoldering ashes suddenly there was a wild, weird shriek, and when we turned our heads we saw an old man with long white hair pointing a bony hand towards our heads and shouting a tumble of Yaqui words that must have possessed terrible mean ing, for the Indians fled Tn every direc- tion, hiding their eyes with their hands. Even old Boca ran away The venerable old man approached us with the deepest reverence, and after taking the chain from our bodies he old us in Spanish to sit down and let peace dwell in our hearts. He disappeared for a few mo- ments and upon returning he brought food and blankets.
 Nn of ftaxr r,7. man who had saved our lives was the great medicine man of the tribe and priest of the sun. He had told his people that he saw Yaqui god in the form of white eagle circling about over our heads. and he warned them that any harm done to us would bring famine and death upon the whole tribe Such was the power of this priest over the super stitious Yaquis that several of them told us on the next day that they saw the white eagle plainly with their own eyes"
 Amid the Flames.
 One cannot listen to the strange story as told in simple language by this re- markedly interesting young girl without being moved to tears. It is doubtful whether just such another scene was ever witnessed by mortal eyes since the human family learned to make war. A : the flames of the cracking fagots shot in long, red tongues among the branches of the swaying pines, casting weird shadows over the earth, while the throng of red savages slowly gathered about the captives. with unutterable emotions de- picted upon their faces. The aged priest, with his long white locks streaming from beneath crown of plumes. shaking his bony hand towards the amazed captives, and striking terror to the hearts of the savage sun worshipers by interposing the authority of the Yaqui gods between the trembling human victims and the altars of fire, added a feature to the horrible reality well calculated to have moved the emotions of an artist.
 The prisoners, though greatly comfort ed over the sudden change that had oc- cured in their favor. were hardly able to close their eyes, fearing that the h. dians might again be moved by their savage natures when morning came, but when the sun rose they found that the power of the priest still prevailed Boca sent to inquire about their health and after they had eaten a little breakfast, that was brought to them by the pries,