Bisbee daily review., 1918-10-20
THE HERO OF NACoZARI

While the newspaper man was visit ing his friend, F. F. Best in the Cop per Queen general offices the other day Cjust before Best went off to war) he wandered into the private office of Walter Douglas, president of the Phelps Dodge corporation, and. while waiting for Best to finish his work, began idly to study the pictures on the wall One in particular arrested his attention. It had surely been a simple little old kodak picture taken by an amateur in the beginning, but now it was a splendid photograph enlarged and touched by a master and mounted in a large frame. And it showed a Mexican in his shirt sleeves and wide brimmed hat mount cd on a little old burrO, and this Mex jeans face was framed between the burro's enormous ears. There was nothing about this Mexican's face to attract especial attention. He was just an average type of his country man. Under the picture was penned this legend: "Jesus Garcia, Hero of Nacozari.'
 Now the newspaper man knew that Waiter Douglas is not a man to pen such a florid title on any photograph without a most sufficient cause, so he turned to Best and asked him the why and the wherefore or this pie ture of this simple Mexican and his simple burro and the heroic title, all hanging in state in the presidents Cflice.
 He was a hero all right" replied Best promptly "A hero for true and for fair don't remember much about it, for it all happened some eight or ten years ago. but remember enough for you to get the point
 Tt was away back wonder in the days when James Douglas was mana ger of the mines down at Nacozari. Three or four cars of dynamite, or powder. or some high explosive. had been hauled to town for use in the mines. and for the moment. they were standing on the main track right in the middle of the town. Somehow or other they caught fire. And then there was a panic in Nacozari. The town seemed doomed to certain de- struction. Perfectly brave men, and Americans among them. either ran aimlessiy to and fro or stood stock still. helpless and hopeless of doing anything to save the camp. And then this Jesus Garcia, a Mexican engine driver, without suggestion or command from any one suddenly backed his engine down to these blazing cars and hustled out of the cab and hooked the machine to the first car and climbed back in his cab and started off up the track with this terrible freight.
 There isn't much more to tell. He got clear of the town alright, and around the side of the mountain be- fore the powder exploded. It blew a hole in the side of that mountain as biz as Nacozari, but the town did not suffer a particle"
 what became of Jesus Garcia? asked the newspaper man, deeply in- terested in this moving tale.
 He went on with his engine and his cars and that powder" calmly re- piled Best. They never could find a trace of any of them after that eX- plosion.
 The newspaper man turned again to that brown face in the picture with the burro's ears standing up on each side of it and looked long and earnest Iy. Who can tell of what stuff heroes are made until the crisis comes. Here was quick thought and action and sublime loyalty all brought out in the wink of an eye in the person of this obscure Mexican engine driver. Yes, he was a hero. all right. Simon pure and 1S-carat fine. And the newspaper man inclined his head to that brown face under the big, straw hat and be- hind that burros ears just the same as though he had been a general with gold braid and gilt epaulettes and movnted on 9 prancing white charger in front of the band in a public square with marble palaces and throngs or people all around him.