BRINGING BACK THE DEAD. 49 
_ But for the moon, we should not have found the spot where 
the mail-carrier lay. We placed him also on another horse, 
and then turned our faces towards the pass. The wolves 
were already gathering round the spot, and the night winds 
were blowing up cold and chill. The night before, that same 
beautiful moon which now shone peacefully down upon us, 
had lighted us through the noble gorge in the Peloncello 
Mountains, while we sang choruses and enjoyed the grandeur 
of the scene. This night she lighted us through another 
g orge, in another-range of mountains—Apache Pass—but 
how different were our feelings as slowly we marched in 
_ mournful silence over the nine miles which led up to the fort! 
hus ended the 5th of November. 
s) Next morning we buried the poor fellows in the little 
aveyard amongst the mountains. The doctor read the 
_,burial service, and Lieutenant Hubbard, Colton, Lawson, and 
nyself were the chief mourners. When the final volley had 
een fired over our two poor comrades, and I turned to glance 
t the tablets of their companions, I read on the wooden 
rosses over every grave but one, the same sad story of their 
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‘“‘Kintep BY THE APACHES.” 
Vhen Cachees’ six best warriors were wantonly hanged five 
ars before, that bold chieftain vowed that for every one of 
lost comrades a hundred white men should die by the 
nds of himself and his band. Two more scalps were thus 
led to the long strings of those which already hung from 
belts of the Chiricahui braves. . 
