The Connecticut labor news. (New Haven, Conn.) 1921-1925, 1921-04-15

| And because Of this conviction
have determined to write down the
story of the interesting periods of my
life and of my death. l cannot ex-
| plain the phenomena I can only set
| down here in the words of an or
binary soldier of fortune a chronicle
| of the strange events that befell me
| during the ten years that my dead
| body lay undiscovered in an Arizona
| cave.
, My name is John Carter; I am bet
ter known as Captain Jack Carter of
| Virginia. At the close of the Civil
war I found myself possessed of sew
eral hundred thousand dollars (COn-
| federate) and q captains commission
in the cavalry arm of an army which
no longer existed. Masterless, penn1-
less, and with my only means Of live
lihood, fighting, gone, determined to
work my way to the Southwest and
attempt to retrieve my fallen fortunes
in a search for gold.
I spent nearly year prospecting
in company with another Confederate
officer, Captain James K. Powell of
Richmond. We were extremely for
tunate, for late in the winter of 1865,
after many hardships and privatiOns,
we located the most remarkable gold
bearing quartz vein that our widest
dreams had ever pictured
AS our equipment was crude in the
extreme we decided that one of us
must return to civilization, purchase
the necessary machinery and return
with a sufficient force of men properly
to work the mine.
AS Powell was familiar with the
country, as we'll as with the mechani-
cal requirements of mining we deter
mined that it would be best for him
to make the trip.
On March 3, 1866, Powell and I
packed his provisions on two of our
burros, and bidding me gOod-by he
mounted his horse, and started down
the mountainside toward the valley,
across which led the first stage of his
journey.
I could see him and his little pack
animals picking their way down the
mountainside toward the valley, and
all during the morning 1 would catch
occasional glimpses Of them as they
lOppcu mug UdCh VI CdIue Out upOu q
level plateau. My last sight of Powell
was about three in the afternoon as
he entered the shadows of the range
On the opposite side of the valley.
Some hours afterward I happened
to glance casually across the valley
and was much surprised to note three
little dots in about the same place I
had last seen my friend and his two
pack animals. I am not given to
needless. worrying, but the more /
tried to convince myself that all was
we'll with Powell and that the dots I
had seen on his trail were antelope or
wild horses, the less was able to as
sure myself.
Powell, I knew, was well armed
and, further, an experienced Indian
fighter; but too had lived and fought
for years among the Sioux in the
North, and I knew that his chances
were small against party of cum
ming trailing Apaches. Finally l
could endure the suspense no longer, |
and, arming myself with two Colt re-
vOlvers and carbine, I strapped two |
belts of cartridges about me and |
catching my saddle horse, started |
down the trail taken by Powell in the |
morning.
Close upon dusk, I discovered the
point where other tracks Joined those
of Powell. They were the tracks of
unshod ponies, three of them, and the
ponies had been galloping.
I followed rapidly until, about mid
night, I reached the water hole where
Powell had expected to camp.
I was interested to note that the
tracks of the pursuing horsemen for
such I was now convinced they must
be, continued after Powell with only a
brief stop at the hole for water; and
always at the same rate of speed as
his.
| was positive now that the trailers
were Apaches and that they wished to
capture Powell alive for the fiendish
pleasure of the torture, so I urged my
horse onward at a most dangerous
pace, hoping against hope that I would
catch up with the red rascals before
they attacked him.
I had forged ahead for perhaps a
mile or more, and had passed through
a narrow, overhanging gorge just be-
fore entering suddenly upon the table
land, and the sight which met my eyes
filed me with CONSERVATION and dis
may.
The little stretch of level land was
white with Indian tepees, and there
were probably half a thousand red Il
warriors clustered around some OBJ
ect near the center of the camp. l
vas, of course, positive that Powell H
vas the attraction, but whether I h
bought or acted first do not know, i
tut within an instant from the mo- II
nent the scene broke upon my view I Il
lad whipped out my revOlvers and II
vas charging down upon the entire i
army of warriors, shooting rapidly, Il
md whoOping at the top Of my lungs. Il