Year: 1872

led together. Two months of camp experience is school second to none to develope the "original." Yet we three shook hands and said good-by and God bless and keep you-with other and better thoughts unexpressed as we remem bered that He, in whose hands are the destinies of man, had not permitted us to journey so long together without its being for better or worse and while as write this l understand that it IS not a matter of grave public interest just what we said and did, yet venture to say frankly that we were glad if we had made each other better, and sorry if there had been ought to mar the harmony of this not little slice of our mortality. And so in hopes it was not for worse rest the case, and our pathways diverge to meet where! :! sonoita ValIey--Scene of the Recent

 Apache Murders.

 We enter the valley of the Senoita and are at halt at a ranch II miles from Crittenden. And while our ami mals are being shod, 8 small party of us, guided and watched over by Our faithful Apache guide Emanuel, climb the hill on our left, passing over into the valley where last week Mexican was killed by Apaches while herding. Emanuel pointed us to the spot of ground saturated with his blood, and to shoe-all that was left to tell of his last struggles Just here we find the large spring making the head wa ters of the Sonoita. I make this memorandum in the ranch above re- ferred to- The Mexican with his really fne-looking wife sitting on their bed, is telling the Governor the story of their experience. They count for him twelve bullet holes bored through their adobe walls, with sug- gestive reference to the bed on which they sleep. The hardest heart could but have sympathy for these people, as the wife, soon to be mother, un- der such circumstances, evidently seeks to cheer and encourage her husband by her womanly pluck.

 At Crittenden, with the Governor, I called upon Mrs. Whiteman, whose husband was killed in this valley just below. She is frail looking little body-not one whom you would select for a successful tussel with big Apache, and yet she managed to es- cape from the house after having been speared She told her story, showed the wounds, drew borrowed shawl over her shoulders, settled back into her seat in the corner really an ob- iect of pity and charity, for they left her neither husband, food, clothing nor home.

 We arrive at Gardner's and walk over to the scene of the Whiteman mur- der. We find that he, is buried just back of his little ranch, on the mesa overlooking the green fields of barley he will never reap, and we turned away from the little desolated home feeling indeed that it will be 8 happy day when these valleys beautiful for situation shall be secure from these oft repeated scenes of murder and violence.

 Sunday, May 5-Turning out of our blankets we see Emanuel bringing in the first game-a fine deer. The Gov ernor has laid out his plan for our campaign and is in hopes that we may come up with those Apaches who are committing depredations; and, so es war measure, we are to make Sab bath days journey. MT. Gardiner goes to guide us through the Patago- nia mountains. As we ascend into them we pass through beautiful val leys over high hills, and up the sides of steep and lofty mountains-the widest, grandest i'll our outward march. We camp at Mowry mlne. Mills, broken machinery and deserted ranches show that the mining was car ried on with not & little force and vigor. .,

 Monday, May 6-Emanuel, with a coat of war paint, leads us out of Mowry camp at 7:3O A. M. Riding by his side he shows me how that on the but of his rifle he tallies his victims three holes tell the number slain by that rife; and really, as riding ahead with him and watching his eyes, I felt painfully aware that the passing moments might make it necessary for him to make another tally, especially |