Weekly journal-miner., 1909-10-13

I1t was lhC ' fOuhSNol VI NNS party, and mentally and physically, is as alert as men of today one-half
 his age.
 Sam Miller's Nerve.
 Every pioneer of northern Arizona knows of Sam Miller, or is personally acquainted with him. He was the "kid" of the famous Walker party, and piloted the eorvettes of the Colo
 rado desert from the time that the memory of man knoweth not. In the vernaeular of a day gone by he was the FbOss' freighter on the road, and had the slickest lot of mules that ever came from Missouri. He went out of the business just as the Southern Pa eific railroad left Dos Palms, because the opposition of the iron horse pinch ed him down to short ratiOns for his mules. So he quit the road and went to mining and is now engaged in praying for rain on a dry ranch. In the early days MT. Miller took passengers along with merchandise, Pullman accommodations barred. He left Hardyville on the Colorado river on one trip loaded to the brim on the main deck and in the "trail" wagon there were thre families and that means several women and more children. George Banghart was among the passengers, and with his wife and four young ladies, the preeiousness of the occasion will be appreciated, as these ladies were gifted with more than the ordinary beauty and per sonal accomplishments. MT. Miller, on the other hand, says he was "skeered" up somewhat as the route of his journey lay through the Walla- pal country. The trip was uneventful until Beale Springs was reached, and the many wagons were parked for the night. As the sun was setting, the horizon seemed to be alive with the red devils, and it seemed to MT. Miller that the entire tribe was in action. Suddenly the head man of the tribe, Wauba Uba, rode up and demanded a "treaty," saying that the horses and mules and the flour was all that was needed. The argu- ment was brief. MT. Miller reached for his Hawkins rifle and sent a bull let crashing through the lungs of the Indian, tearing a hole in his body as big as his hand. Immediately there were preparations made to resist an attack. This was unnecessary. Being trained to know the characteristics of the Indians, MT. Miller knew that when once a chief falls the Zig is up." He allayed all fears and felt "very comfortable" The entire band and from that time there was no sign of Indians on the road to Prescott. Had the demand of Wauba Uba been complied with there is no question in MT. Miller's mind that a massacre would have followed pell mell, and the women would have been taken into captivity. The rifle that did the "business' is still in possession of MT. Miller, and may be seen at his home in Prescott. There is one woman residing in Prescott to- day who was present on that critical evening; she is Mrs. E. W. Wells, daughter of the late MT. and Mrs. Banghart. She is the wife of Judge E. W. Wells and in the eos, shortly after the memorable event at Beale Springs, she was married. She still talks of the narrow escape that sig nalized her coming to Prescott.
 Services at the home and the grave were conducted by Rev. Lathe of the Episcopal church, while the Grand Army ritual was read by Comrades Judd, adjutant, and W. H. Ferguson, chaplain of this organization. In life