Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-06-03

full, weighing 1875 pounds or more, though
his stiff and brfstly hair, which had hardly
a streak of gray a fortnight before, had
lost half it's mass and turned iron gray.
Last Drop of Water Gone.
The details of Pablo's ordeal between the
time he was lost and that when he recov-
cred are preserved in Prof McGee's note
book. They were obtained from the victim
after his memory had returned, and show
that on the morning following his parting
with Jesus he reached the lost mines of
which he was In quest, collected some
specimens erected monuments and posted
notices for mineral claim. Then at mid
day he began his search for road de-
scribed to him falsely by his late COM
panion, He struggled rather aimlessly over
the sands and seeing that his water was
about gone he moistened his mouth occa-
sionaly with what remained. taking care
not to swallow drop Still cropping about
at nightfal he reached an arroyo in which
he fancied he saw signs of water. In the
darkness, before moonrise, he abandoned
his nuggets and threw away his coat and
remaining food Failing to find water he
sought sleep In the sands, but was awak-
ened with mouth-dryness. On the third
morning after he had left the ethnelogist's
camp he set out seeking trails, but sue
cumbing to the midday heat lay down IN
a dried watercourse and ate Gala ba sitas.
which are wild gourds of intense bitter
shoes and trousers, with money, knife ard
tobacco and wandered on. During the day
he occasionally relieved his thirst after the
fashion of all Mexicans in like predica-
ment.
On his fourth morning away he walked a
few miles. but overcome by the heat
and lay In some shade until evening, when
he chewed some twigs. which irritated his
mouth and throat Later he found some
mescal and ate part of the plant At sun
set he tried to eat few flies and spiders.
He wandered all night, still northward, ard
toward morning became convinced that his
companion had deliberately misled ard
abandoned him with murderous intent and
with the hope of thus securing his mines.
He now conceived a plan to run down ard
knife his deceiver His wrath now spur
ring him on was-in Prof McGee's opinion
"a potent incentive which carried him for
miles and doubtless saved his life.
A Scorpion for Dinner.
The morning of his fifth day away he
found mule wagon tracks and recognized
the old Yuma trail. He was now appar-
entity fifty miles east of the professors
camp. He followed the trail, but soon fell
under the heat and lay all day in another
dried watercourse- In the afternoon he
saw large scorpion. 1t looked luscious
He ground off its sting with stone and
devoured it. Toward evening he resumed
his journey, often falling, and near morn
trail Throughout the night he caught
occasional glimpses of a coyote trailing him
and throughout that night he was buoyed
by the hope of reaching the abandoned
rule well, which lay twenty-three miles on
his side of the ethnologist's camp He hoped
to cast himself into the moist mud at its
bottom and die in the dampness and cool
ness thfrty-seven feet below ground. To
this hope he chung to an Inspiration
Meantime he constantly sought insects to
chew.
The next day. the sixth, his vision was
vague, the mountains danced and the cac-
tus and chapparal moved to and fro before
his eyes. Too weak to walk now he tried
crawling and failed to see the guide post
to Tule we'll he passed it. After resting
In the shade OF some rocks he thought of
the pleasure Of knitting his companion and
crawled on but now fell very often. By
dawn of the next day. which was the sew
enths he discovered the camp where he and
his companion had rested on their last
night together. He now felt sure of relief
and stretching himself across the trail. so
as not to be missed by rescuers. dozed and
slept. He started up frequently at fancied
sounds of wheels and hoofs. Buzzards
which had followed him for two days now
came almost within hand reach. He felt
stronger after this rest, but as he crawled
he could no longer sees the mountains in
their places and he had to feel the trail
with his hands every few yards He often
thought he saw the professors camp and
made twelve miles that day.
A Prayer for the Dying.
On the eighth day at early dawn he half
saw and then ran his hands over the guide
post which stood seven miles from camp.
This was his first crushing blow. as he had
pictured himself within few steps OF the
camp AS the sun rose he sought the shade
OF shrub and knelt In final prayer for the
dying Then he laid himself down with
feet and face to the eastward and mace
the sign of the cross, composing himself
for the end He then had an hallucination
that with the rising of the sun he died;
that his soul lowered about his body, 10th
to leave it to the patiently waiting bug
yards. He lay there all day, and at night
still seemed to be apart from his body as
he saw 1t proceeding now along the most
trying stretch OF the devils highway"
Often he felt his naked body pushed and
dragged by something outside. He crept
ON and on, until at early dawn OF the ninth
day his vague consciousness knew itself
near the camp. His voice tried to cry out,
and he was dimly surprised as 1t beloved
the final call which awoke Prof MCGEE
and Jose After this he crawied some
Mesa Of the Forty Graves. and to the spot
where Jose first espied him.
Pablo was In the desert just eight days
and nights with one days water said
Prof MCGEE IN conclusion. He rode In
the saddle thirty-ave miles. and walked or
crept between 100 and 10 Miles For
| nearly seven days, or fully 100 consecutive
houre he WIS wholly without water from
sources exterior to his syatem. rave the
plants aiad inAects This n D desoxt RECORD
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