The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1905-01-19

practical use by the people of this Sec
ton before this. The men who have at
( tempted to do what the members of the
topeka expedition now purpose doing
met with signal failure and none of
them cares TO go through the experience
again.
Them Eastern fellows can round up
all the camels they want to. 1 don't
: want no more of it in mine," was the
remark which "'Clem~ Miller made
when told of the project. Miller has a
ranch near the Mexico border between
! ella City and Yuma. Il wouldn't mind
being off at a safe distance when the
roundup takes place, hut excuse me me
from participatin' in it. 1t would be
fun for the onlooker, but awful for the
/ other Teller. Maybe they do use camels
on the SALARY desert, but they must be
different breed from these Arizons
animals.
When started my ranch a few
years ago / thought it would be a good
idea to rope fewof these camels that
roam around here an use 'em to bring
my ranch supplies over to Yuma. / al
so had an idea that could establish a
regular line of these beasts of burden
as my school book used to call them,
and do a regular freighting business
with them between the towns of Ari-
zony. wasn't no tenderfoot when /
struck this part Of the country. I'd lived
too long in West Texas and in the
Apache region of New Mexico not to
know how to hold my own on the range
or in the mountains I'd never met a
wild animal that could get the best of
| me in a square deal. But, to tell the
truth. I had never, considered the cam
els as being wild animals. The anly
camels ever had seen until came to
Arizony was them that are carried
around in circuses back East. They
were tame enough. -. 5
Well one morning, four years ago
about this time of year, set out with
three OF my cowboys to round up a
bunch Of camels. My conveys were ex-
pertss with the rope. Two of them
! were, Texans and the other was a Next
can whom I picked up in Sonora. His
name was Manuel. He was the only
one of the party who objected to going.
He hung back and repeatedly told me
that the eanels were no bueno,' and /
had to give him good 'cussih' In my
best Spanish before could get himto
bunch up to the game.
! ut was high on to noon when we
first caught sight of drove of eamels.
There Were five of the animals feedin'
on some desert plants near one of the
big sand dunes about seventeen miles
north of my ranch. They We're probab-
ly a half mile away from us when they
first saw us. They rose their heads
and seemed to sniff the air a few times
and then leisurely disappeared behind
the sand dunes. divided my party in
to two parts Manuel and I started
around the sand dune one way and the
two Texans went the other way. We
were to slip up on the cameIs and rope
as many as weNcould. This plan work
ed all right as far as it went.
Manuel and I crept around the big
pile of sand on our horses so carefully
that we got within a few yards of three
Of the canels before we saw them or
they saw us They were standing In a
nook Of sand dune. The surprise was
| mutual, but recovered from the shock
before the cancels and let 20 my coil
of rope with my old-time speed and ac4
curacy. The loop settled far down over
| the neck and chest of the animal before
| the rope became fully stretched. Ny
| cow pony settled hack on his launches,
| but to my surprise, the camel walked
| right of with him. Then followed such
| race as never before witnessed. The
| camel didn't seem to be running, but
I'll be blamed If 1t did't carry my pony
along at what seerned to me to be the
speed of a locomotive. My pony sat
down on his launches for a short dis
lance, but the dragging effects We're
| two disagreeable, and he managed to
get up, and the way that camel made
him run was marvellous, The pony
simply had to run or be dragged to
death. The rope was looped around the
pommel of my saddle. and was drawn
so tight that it was impossible for me
to loosen 1t. I felt in my pockets for
my knife to cut the rope; but It wasn't
| there. ill.,. ss..3 II d
There was only one thing for me to
| do and that was to get off that cow
pony and leave him to his fate. 1t
| seemed to me that he was being pulled
along by that camel at the rate of a
mile a minute when dropped off into
| the sand. The fall shook me up consid-
cradle. but I was thankful to get out Of
| it alive. sat up and watched the cam
Ell and pony disappear in the far dis
lance. looked back and saw my three
cowboys coming out toward me. None
| of the other camels were In sight i
zone of the Texans told me he had
| roped a camel and was being carried off
] the same way as !, when ne saved the
and have never had any desire to do
back to the ranch without any carnels,
and have never had any desire todo-
| mesticate them desert animals since
then. y Fs3
Two years ago a man stopped over
| one might at my ranch, and he told me
that he had seen a camel with arope
about its neck dragging the remains of
a saddle. The fate of the pony must be
| left to the Imagination. You see CAM
els can go long time without water,
and recken my pony persisted In that
race which was in progress when I last
saw it.''
Other futile attempts to utilize the
camels have been made. A Mexican
ranchman who lives across the border
in the State of Sonora managed to cap
iture three of them in a strongly built