134 THE YUKLI. 
Indians are notable for their leniency. They were frequently involved in 
deadly feuds among themselves, and were seldom off the war-path in former 
times, the pacific and domestic Pomo being their constant victims. 
A veteran woodman related to me a small circumstance which illus- 
trates the remarkable memory of savages. One time he had occasion to 
perform a piece of labor in a certain wood where water was very scarce, 
and where he was grievously tormented with thirst. He remembered to 
have seen a little spring somewhere in that vicinity, and he considered. it 
worth his while under the circumstances to search for it two days, but 
without success, when there came along a Yuki woman, to whom he made 
mention of the matter. Although she had not been near that place for six 
years, and, like himself, probably had never seen the spring but once, yet 
without a moment’s hesitation or uncertainty she led him straight to the 
spot. Probably there is no other thing in this country, so arid through the 
long summer months, of which the Indians have better recollection than of 
the whereabouts of springs. 
THE YUKI DEVIL. 
On the reservation there once lived an Indian who was so thoroughly 
bad in every respect that he was generally known by the sobriquet of The 
Yuki Devil. He committed all the seven deadly sins and a good many 
more, if not every day of his life, at least as often as he could. One time 
he wandered off a considerable distance from the reservation, accompanied 
by two of his tribal brethren, and the three fell upon and wantonly mur- 
dered three squaws. ‘They were pursued by a detachment of the garrison, 
overtaken, captured, carried back, manacled hand and foot, and consigned 
to the guard-house. In some inexplicable manner the Devil contrived to 
break his fetters asunder, and then he tied them on again with twine in 
such fashion that when the turnkey came along on a tour of inspection he 
perceived nothing amiss. Being taken out for some purpose or other 
soon afterward, he seized the opportunity to wrench off his manacles and 
escape. He was speedily overtaken and brought down with a bullet, which 
wounded him slightly, taken back to the guard-house, heavily ironed, and 
cast into a dungeon. Here he feigned death. For four days he never 
