Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-02-08
"Come and Get
Me, " Gen. Villa
Dares His Foes
Greatest of All Man-HuntS Is
Under Way in Mexico'S
Mountain FaStneSSeS--I.,-
dianS Lead the Chase
By NORMAN WALLER.

Ell PASO, Tex, Feb. General Fran
| cisco Villa, the one-time hope of Next
CO. has faded into the past and in his
place stands Doroteo Arranjo, blood
thirsty bandit of the Sierra Madre noun
| tains!
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 boundary by United
| States troops.
! Since the Santa Ysabel massacre of
Americans, there has been a price on
! Villas head. Standardized troops have
shuffied out of Chihuahua City and
Juarez to take up the trail.
Don't come back without Villa-dead
or alive! General Trevino told his
| commanders. He smiled as he said 1t
for he knew that Villa would never come
back alive. That is not the way of the
mountain men, and the outlaw knows
every foot of trail, every mountain look
out and every cabin stronghold in the
Sierra Madres.
Banditry is no new game with Villa.
AS a boy he was driven back into these
same hills of the Guerrero district and
forced to turn bandit to save his life
from the Diaz rurales who hunted him
as only one Dan0lL can nunL anOLner.
COME AND GET ME-"
Villas metamorphosis from a Mexican
general, in gold lace and diamond set
medals, to an unshaven, ragged, dirty
bandit has been clear case of reversion
to type. General Villa is dead and
Dorotea Arranjo the terror of the Tara
huamara mountains, lives.
When he was offered an amnesty.
which he knew was only a Mexican trick
to make him 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. 1 am here. I will be waiting for
them with reception so warm that
they will never see Chihuahua City
again."
1t was the answer of the desperate
Ooroteo. not the diplomatic Pancho. the
commander-in-chief 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,
hog-like beard is many weeks old, add
ing a sinister look to his ugly face and
satyr-like mouth.
There is order in the apparent disorder
of this man-hunt in the Sierra Madras.
For weeks the little brown men have
been covering the mountain inch by inch
in great drive, and now they have
forced Villa and his 300 furnished Do
radoes-Golden Guards-back and back
until they are I'm giant strap. formed
by the four walls of mountain range
and cut off by a raging mountain river.
INDIAN SCOUTS FIRST.
First come the Taramara Indian
scouts, some naked except for soiled
breach cloth. As they go they wind in
and out of thev pine trees and rocks.
keeping away from the trails and squat
ting low to blend their brown bodies
with the landscape. When they are
forced to cross an open place they pat
ter jig-like dance which raises a clouc
of alkaline dust to conceal them and
makes any watcher in the mountain tops
think 1t is the whirl of a sand devil"
blown about by a passing wind.
Unlike the Taramaras, they carry
their carbines with them, for they. are
to cover the Indian advance guards, who
are armed only with primitive bows and
arrows.
Bringing up the rear are the foot SOL
diers, baggage pack mules and the ma
chine gun, to be used in dislodging the
bandits should they undertake to make
a stand in some mountain fastness, once
they are cornered for the kill. Squat,
lean, little men they are. But theirs
Is the leanness of the mountain wolf.
They can outmarch any army in the
world with the shuffling stiff-kneed trot
Slouching on one side of his Mexican
saddle rides General Carlos Cabecos,
master of the hunt. who was picked
from a hundred eager commanders. for
the Villa hunt because he was born In
these mountains and. like his quarry,
knows every inch of trail and every
mountain lair.
JTp on the crest of a sugar loaf, two
ewes watch the approach of the hunt
ers The eyes are those Of Villa out
post and the bandit-general himself
with his followers will be warned in
time to change their camp. 1t will be
many long day before Pancho is caught
mapping!