Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1905-05-18

of a few minutes the willows part
ed a few feet away and FoOte
emerged. He carried his rifle
cooked and resting across his left
arm, while his right hand held the
weapon in position for instant
use, the trigger being ready for
action. There was a smile on the
face Of the outlaw, but it was one
open to double Interpretation. 1t
said; 81 am here to meet you either
as friend or foe"
On sight of him we of the Pow
ell crew threw up our hands in
playful submission and called to
him that we were his prisoners.
Having left all guns on the boat,
all being appareled in rough
shirts and trousers that preclud-
ed the secreting of weapons, we
busted ourselves with the boat
while FOOte sat down upon the
bank, rife across knees, and
watched us for a time, gradually
joining in the conversation and &C.
cepting us as what we actually
,were-explOrers with no design
upon his freedom.
Camaraderie betweenmenin the
wilds comes easily. We were soon
on good terms with the outlaw
and he invited US to his cabin, laid
down his own gun and busted him
self as host.
Some six months previously
Phil Foote and a woman, while the
opening dance of the elegant new
hotel at the mountain spa was in
progress, had robbed the guests
of the Colorado hotel at GlenwOod
Springs of the jewels and purses
they had left behind in their
rooms while engaged in the festiv-
tiles in the ballroom. They had
escaped into Utah with their
booty, and, after realizing on the
gems, Phil, in true outlaw form,
lhad proceeded to lose the spoils
at a gaming table in Salt Lake
City.
But as his last dollar passed
into the Golfers of the faro dealer
Phil drew two guns, covered the
dealer and demanded his money
/ and all else in sight. In western
parlance, che made a gun play
for the bank roll and got away
with it," He escaped from the
gambling house, fed from Salt
Lake to Green River station,
on the Rio Grande Western rail.
road, and was stopping at the rail
road eating house at that point
when the United States marshal
of the then territory of Utah came
upon him with two deputies and
surrounded him in his room in the
hotel.
Foote resisted arrest, fired
upon the officers, wounded the
marshal and, in a rain of bullets,
leaped from the secOnd-stOry
window of his room, ran under fire
to the Green river, seized a row
boat and put off down stream. He
made his escape by the river to
point some 60 miles away and
went into camp on this bottom.
He, like all outlaws, knew the wild
country, and in choosing the bot
tom on which to make his camp
had picked out the one from
which there is egress from the can
yOn walls for the $50 miles be-
tween the mouth of the San Ra-
fael and Hite crossing on the
Colorado. A blind, narrow,
almost indistinguishable foot
trailhad been lined by game upthe
canyon wall from the river bottom
to the headlands, 1000 feet above,
as a passage to and from water
and the feeding grounds, and so
formed the only trail in all that
distance by which one might es-
cape from the canyon.
Here FOOte built him a cabin in
the shelter of the willows and the
timber of the bottom. He had
made an occasional foraging trip
to ranches far above and meagerly
Outfitted himself with cooking
paraphernalia to the extent of
broken parts of a stove to build
around some mud walls, a coffee
pot, skillet and tin cup. For bed
ding he had some skins and a blan.
ket or two. He managed to live