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they were some way ahead. Singular, we thought, 

 that these keen-eyed savages had not seen us. As 

 we regarded them in the distance we were wonder- 

 fully pleased to see a white man on horseback emerge 

 from the roadside and join them, and that he was 

 in the uniform of our government, and we instantly 

 conjectured that he was in charge of a party of Indian 

 scouts, which proved to be the case. Our heart 

 beatings began to subside, and we regained our seats 

 in the wagon and drove on among them. They were 

 a most villainous-looking troop, and paid no more 

 attention to us than if we had not addressed them 

 in the usual "How," "How." This sullen, cruel- 

 looking band shortly after broke away and joined 

 the Apaches from the reservation on the war-path, 

 and committed many forays and murders among 

 the scattered settlements of the southwestern parts 

 of the Territory. These Indians were finally gathered 

 in by the United States troops, after many long and 

 wearisome followings directed by General Miles. 



Our camping place was in the Membres Valley, 

 near the stream, where a few settlements of cattle- 

 men and small farmers were, and a few miles above, 

 the somewhat deserted mining town of Georgetown. 

 We found deer plentiful in the neighboring moun- 

 tains, which supplied us with meat, and from the 

 streams obtained sufficient trout for our wants. 

 Quail were plentiful, and an occasional wild turkey 

 graced our table. A considerable Indian scare was 

 on, which deterred us from going on to the White 

 Mountains, and the Black range, from forty to fifty 

 miles west, from which we had glowing accounts 

 of game by those familiar with the regions. 



