The Hartford republican. (Hartford, Ky.) 18??-1926, 1916-02-11
OLD-TINIE LEADER RELENT-
LEssLY PURSUED BY
GOVERNMENT TROOPS.
TAKES TO MOUNTAINS
.Don't Come Back without Him."
Are Instructions Given to
Soldiers.

Mexico, has faded into the past, and
in his place stands Doroteo Arranjo,
blood thirsty bandit of the Sierra
Madre Mountains!
History is repeating. Blood is tell
ing in this brown-skinned man of
the hills, who is now the object OF
the greatest man hunt on record
greater even than the trailing of old
Geronimo across the Mexican boun-
dairy by United States troops.
Price On Villas Head.
Since the Santa Ysabel massacre
of Americans, there has been price
on Villas head. Standardized troops
have shuffled out of Chihuahua City
and Juarez to take up the trail.
Don't come back without Villa
dead or alive!" Gen. Trevino told his
commanders. He smiled as he said it,,
for he knew that Villa would never
come back alive. That is not the way
of the mountain men, and the out
law knows every foot of trail, every
mountain lookout and every cabin
stronghold in the Sierra Madres.
Banditry is no new game with Viii
la. AS a boy he was driven back into
these same hills of the Guerrero dis
trict, and forced to turn bandit to
save his life from the Diaz Rurales,
who hunted him as only one bandit
can hunt another.
Reversion to Type.
Villas metamorphosis from a Mex
lean General, in gold lace and dia-
mond-set medals, to an unshaven,
ragged, dirty bandit has been a clear
case of reversion to type.
: When he was offered an amnesty,
which he knew was only Mexican
trick to make him a victim of the
firing squad, he showed his yellow
teeth like a wolf and Kissed back at
the courier:
go and tell them to come and
get me. / am here. I will be waiting
for them with a reception so warm
that they will never sc Chihuahua
City again.
1t was the answer of the desperate
Doroteo, not the diplomatic Pancho,
the Comamnder-in-Chi of the Army
of the North.
All of Villas veneer of civilization
has dropped from him like serape,
say men who have seen him since he
took to the hills. He no longer shaves.
There is vermin in his clothes and
his bristly, hoglike beard is many
weeks old. adding a sinister look to
his ugly face and satyr-like mouth.
- Wild Animals Abound.
Nature has set stage for this
manhunt that is awful in its rugged
grandeur. There are no man-made
roads. This is the Guerrero district
where the very name (war) brands
its human offspring. Great, shaggy
mountain lions pad thru the soft
pine needles of the mountain sides.
Wolves howl the nights out and sing
their song of hate to each other from
peak to peak of the Mother of Noun
tains.
Against such a background, hun
dreds of little brown men in slate
gray uniforms and with sinister
Mausers strapped across their broad,
little backs, tramping, tramping,
tramping, day after day in search of
one lone individual whose apple
shaped head is more precious than
the gold the daredevil prospectors
search for in the upper regions of
the mountain streams.
There is order in the apparent dis
order this man-hunt in the Sierra
Madres. For weeks these same little
men have been covering the noun
tain inch by inch in a great drive,
and now they have forced Villa and
his 900 furnished Doradoes-Golden
Guards-back and back until they
are in giant trap, formed by the
four walls of mountain range and
cut of by raging mountain river.
Cover Advance Guards.
First come the Taramara Indian
scouts, some naked except for a soil
ed breech cloth, AS they go, they
wind in and out of the pine trees
and rocks, keeping away from the
trails and squatting low to blend
their brown bodies with the land
scape. When they are forced to cross
an open place. they patter a jig-dance
which raises a cloud Of alkaline dust
70 conceal them, and makes any
watcher in the mountain tops think
IL is the whiri OF sand devil"
blown about by passing wind.
Unlike the Taramaras, they carry
their carbines with them. for they
are to cover the Indian advance