THE SOUANTOJN TKJHlJxMi-NVJ'JONESDAY, OCTOBER t, 1899.
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" 'Shagbark Bill' derived his name
from his Inordinate love for shngbark
hickory nuts, on which he nald he was
raised back In the middle states." sali
the "Old -Timor.
"Ho .generally had a supply In hlB
pockets and a reserve store In a bag lu
the boot of the stage. English wal
nuts, almonds, filberts, etc., were Ig
nored ivt half the money If 13111 saw
any shngbarks In stock. He was a
etago driver on the old Buttorfleld
route on an Arizona division, und one
night when his team came galloping up
to tho atatlon. with the wheelers' linos
wrapped around the"brnke-rod and Hill
nroBDlncr himself up with his left arm,
the loaders' lines Jn his teeth, we knew
thoro had been a hold-up without his
tolIlnB us, and as wo helped him down
the blood on our hands from a ragged
wound in his right shoulder told us
there had been a fight.
" 'Saddle up, boys,' said the superin
tendent, before he inked a question
and several of the bystanders ran to
obey. 'Where was It, Hill?'
" 'Back at Burnt Palms."
" 'How many?'
" 'Only two; Coyote Joe was one;
t'other I didn't know, but he was a
greaser, too. The leaders was skittish
an' I couldn't draw up In time to sul:
'cm, an' so they plugged me. No; I
dropped my last passenger nt Whren
bers.' "'But you've shot once.' said the su
perintendent, as ho took Hill's plstol
from the seat and examined It.
""Yes; at the strange greaser: he
was slan'ln' In the trail an' 1 cut looie.
I didn't see Joe ur I wouldn't have been
so hasty, mebbe,' and Bill grlnne.l
feebly. ' "Twns Joe that got to me
from the bushes on t'other side uv the
trail. After Joe got inc ho stopped the
team, ur it might a' be'n wuss. He
took some water from his canteen an'
wnshed the woond, then boun' some to
'virker on It to stop Its bleedln'. Then
I'.n went through the express box an'
mall, tied his hoss behind an' dro.-o
th stage fer me plum to the top uv
the rle back there, all the time sayln'
he was sorry he hurt me, but he'd only
done It In the line uv his business. He
made me promise to wait half an hour
at the top uv the rise, and then said
addyore, an' galloped back up the trull.
He's the derndest cuss.'
"The posse was saddled and ready by
that time, and as wo rode away Bill
called out: "You'd better loo aroun' In
the bushes thereabouts the Talms for
that strange greaser; somehow I got
kind uv a' Idy that he ain't fur off.'
"We looked and found him; It had
been remarked on the way up that If
Hill had had any kind of a show he
would not be far away, and he was not;
not over ten pards from the trail In
the shade of an lronwood, where Joe
had dragged him. He could not have
lived two minutes with that big 'forty
five' hole thniigh him. On his breast,
weighted down with a small bowlder,
was a note written In Spanish asking
that he be given a decent burial; that
he was 'un bueno compadre y amlgo'
that his death was caused by Ignor
ance; Ignorance of the quickness and
nerve of 'Shagbark BUI.' There was a
lot more 'josh aimed at the posse,
which he knew would follow, saying he
wbulrt meet us In Sonora. possibly he
fore. If we were good riders, but that
It was doubtful, as he was obliged to
travel faster than ourselves. This was
signed 'Jose rtlcardo.' or. as he was
more familiarly known, 'Coyote Joe.'
With the note were five $20 gold pieces
taken from the treasure box with which
to pay the expenses of Interment: also,
another $100 from the same source 'to
ease the pain of his good friend Senor
Hill, whom he accidentally Injured, the
accident consisting In 'Senor Hill' not
knowing that Joe was In the bushes.
"A devil was that Joe; stage robber,
horse thief, cattle thief and the Lord
knows what else; a sly, shrewd rascal,
like the animal for which he was
named, but there the similarity ended,
for Joe was a reckless dare-devil, ab
solutely without fear. He would ride
twenty-four hours to attend a fan
dango, dance all night with his life In
his hand with an enthusiasm that, left
the imprint of his boot-heels In the
hard adobe floor, and be In the saddM
ngaln before a posse could surround
him. Ho was known to all the Mexi
can families from Yuma to FA Pns.i,
and as his depredations were confined
to the stock and property of the Ameri
canos, he was never betrayed. When
the black smallpox began to depopu
late a Mexican .settlement Jon rode the
fifty miles to Tucson In less than four
hours, stealing two horses on the way,
and carried the call for physicians and
supplies. There was n price on his
head then, and some men In Tucson
knew It, but he was allowed to depart
unmolested. Again, when Cloronlmo
and his gang of murderous fiends flrt
broke out. Joe rode before them, alarm
ing the ranchers, and n posse was on
his trail then. lie would stop and pass
the time of day with you pleasantly,
or share your meal of bacon nnd beans
In the most nonchalant manner, al
though a porse, with a rope, might be
hunting him not two miles nwny. A
queer mixture he was of deviltry, cun
ning, courage and tender-heavtednesn.
especially the latter toward women,
children and the helpless.
"Six of us took his trail southward
from the Burnt Palms, and the others
of the posse carried the body of his
bueno compadre y amlgo' and the $200
to the station. We were hard riders,
hut tho man ahead of us was the hard
er Jn ordinary cases we would have
taken a different course from that of
which we were Informed In the note, at
least several ponses would have takei
us many directions, but Joe was not
nn 'ordinary case.' When ho said he
win going to Konora we knew that
Mere he would go if pursued, an
ntralght as If ho had a business date
with us; and as a matter of fact the
trail led as directly south as the nature
of the ground would permit.
"Wo had been In tho saddle forty
eight hours with the exception of two
slops of three hours each at water
holes separated by forty miles of bin
terlng sand. Wo saw him once late In
the nvenlngr on the summit of a 'hog
back about 1.000 yards from us; foi"a
moment horse and rider were sllhouet
ted against tho evening sky, then, as
we raised our rifles for a chance shot,
hi waved his eobrero In 'artloa' and
disappeared over tho opposite slop,
where, later, wo were obliged to dls
tncmnt and feel our way flown. He had
Joe.
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stopped to eat supper with a country
man, nnd later to steal a. fresh horse
from a rancher. He might have picked
us oft one at a time at several points
on the trail, but we had no fears of
that, for In all his career Joe had never
been known to 'kill.' He was one of
the best shots In the territory, but re
lied more on his powers of endurance
und knowledge of the country to effect
his escape, and his knowledge of cer
tuln trails was shared only by tho wild
sheep und eugles.
"All night we pushed on southward
tmi'm-H T?lln Wnrln fhn next w.ltel1
hole. The sun, u great ball of fire, was
already two hours above the eastern ;
horizon when our tired .and hoof-worn '
hordes reeled Into the Beaut shnue
of the few scraggly cotton-woods.
There were evidences of our man hav
ing been there, and recently, for tho
water had not yet cleared In the hoof
tracks In tho mud nbout tho spring.
After drinking, our Jnded horses liter
ally dropped in their tracks, nnd for i
nn hour we allowed them to rest, at
the sime tlm" throwing quantities of j
mesqulte beans and lronwood bought j
before them for forage. A scout about (
the rprlng, and one of tho pofse ,
brought the information that the trail!
headed directly east from there. I
"Horse beat out an' huntin rougher)
groun' to hlclo In.' said one us ho shad-1
ed his eyes from the morning sun and
looked closely towards the bare hills
some five or six miles away. ;
" 'They's a tenderfoot an his family
took up a ranch over there in Cotton
wood Canyon, an' Its more likely he
went over there to steal another ho.'.s,'
said Poc Cutler. Shortly after we were
In the saddle again and on the trail
e.Tt. It was ploln to be seen that the
horse was being forced to Its utmost.
For a few hundred yards the trail
showed the animal to be on n run
through tho sand, and then It slowed
down to a trot; then a run
for a hundred yards, then a trot, hero
the rider had Hung himself from the
saddle and ran with tho horse for a
mile. W-e could not understand It;
we were not pushing him hard; he was
tit least two hours abend of us, a
greater start than at any time since
the pursuit began.
" 'I'll tell you my idy, boys,' said
the cnptaln of the party, a taciturn,
grizzled old government scout. 'I've
be'n watchin' them smokes yender on
the peaks sence daylight an I don't
like 'em. I believe them 'Puchy devil
in out agin' an' headin' tl'l" way.
Chances is that Joe seed 'em too, an'
Is breakln' fer rough groun', pieferrin'
to do his fightln' In the hills ruthcr
than In the open. An'.' after a mo
ment's silence, 'there's where his head's
level, an' we'd better toiler suit. Wo
gotter git to water an' we couldn't
hold the spring back there an' hour.
It strikes me that L'ott'nwoou Kenyoa
Is the place If 'tis in the line ov the
smokes, an' then again Its more'n like
ly that that tenderfoot'U need help.
AVo won't lose the trail. I know that
greaser ov old. He's got a white side
to his soul 'spite ov the Injun that's
In him an' he ain't likely to be fer off
If wlmmen an' chlld'ern 'a a needln'
help.'
"Wc crowded our horses to their best
and In about half an hour came in
sight of the settler's cabin built In tho
center of a canyon some 200 or 300
yards wide. Cottonwood Creek, an In
Hlgniflcant, threadlike rivulet, trickled
over the stones In Its narrow channel
eight or ten yards from the hcuse. A
corral built nlongslde the cabin with
n brush shed at the farther end con
tained several hordes. As we nearod
the corral from th down-hill side a
number of sliort, shrill yells came to us
from up the canyon: yells that like tho
whlr-r of a rattlesnake, once heard,
are never forgotten. A score or more
Indians, some on ponies and others on
foot, were running toward the cabin,
while others rerambled down the can
yon walls.
"'Jest ez 1 thought; hell's broke
loose, an' comin' dov.n the kenyon llko
a cloudburst! Hun tv the cabin,
boys" yelled the captain, and every
mnn snatched his repeater nnd car
tridge belt from his saddle. We had
the advantage of distance, and as
the cabin door closed behind us tha
Indians were a good ISO yards away,
nnd evidenced tlilr disappointment bit
a scattering volley, but the bullets bit
harmlessly Into the heavy slab door.
" 'Welcome, senors,' said a smooth,
soft voice as the owner turned from
barring the door. It wns Coyote Joe,
suuve and smiling, his teeth showing
sttong and white from behind his black
mustache. 'Welcome, nnd how did you
leave mi bueno aml.jro, Senor Hill. Do
leg well, eh'.' Uueno. Ml compadre,
ah, Por Dloa, but he was foolish;
would stand In tin trail after I had
warned him of Senor Bill. I turned
aside senors. as you see, or we would
not have met. I saw the smokes on the
mountains: I have alums lived here
and lead them as a hook. I thought
of Senor Wilson here ami turned aside.
C,nd, Por Jiols. here you are. I knew
ou would come, but 1 feared not until
too late: hut you are welcome, senors.'
Again that smile, and Joe turned to
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a. loophole, under which he had placed
a box nnd on It his revclver and knife.
His rifle he held in his hand. A few
shots scattered tho Apaches back up
the canyon, nnd then w turned to
take stock of our surroundings.
"The cabin was a two-rooined affair,
with a loft, nil built solidly of cotton)
wood logs. The roof was of stout
poles thatched with 1ulos and covered
with adobe. A trapdoor Jn one corner
of the puncheon floor led to a rude ex
cavation or cellar. In one corner of
which huddled Mm. Wlleon, a wide
eyed, nervous little woman, with two
small children clnsped in her arms
and by her slOe two badly scared girls,
one of 13 and the other 17. When the
captain told her that we were six men
who knew how to shoot, and 'all had
guna,' she seemed relieved, and nt
once began to bewail tho day they left
their 'Neebrasky' home. The captain
rudely Interrupted to Inquire after her
husband, and this brought on another
attack of fc.ir; he had gonelown the
canyon looking for strayed stock that
morning. Then, when the Mexican or
Indian or whatever ho was upstairs
hod come they were nearly scared out
of their wit.-). They could not under
stand all he said, but he drove them
into the cell.tr and shut the door on
them; then they heard him fasten up
the house. The captain came up the
ladder slowly. That 'cussed grensrr"
had deliberately surrendered himself
to a fate worse than the posse had
reserved for him for the sake of that
helpless woman and children. Ho
could easily have escaped I he posse,
but he stopped to defend that cabin
until help came or die in it. The old
captain could appreciate a sentiment
like that, nnd there was a kind ex
pression In his eyes as he looked!
Joe. Ordinarily his companionship was
not to ho desired, but as he 'sized up'
Ills sinewy figure, quick eyes and rap'd
movements, In which there was not a
trace of nervousness, the captain ad
mitted that ho was not a bad man to
have beside one In a scrimmage like
the one ahead of us.
Again came those shrill yells from'
up the canyon. 'Senor Wll.on!' shout
ed Joe. Far" down the canyon was a
cloud or dust, and In front of it a
black speck which soon resolved Itself
Into a horse and ilder coming nt top
speed. The Indians had seen him. too,
and were coming from above, evident
ly with tho Intention of passing the
cabin on either side near the cliffs and
heading him off. Joe first discovered
the ruse, and a rapid lire was main
tained, which sent them back from the
open, and Wilson gained the cabin un
hurt. His first query was for his wife
and children, nnd nftcr a brief visit
to the collar he returned and took each
of us by the hand. As he held out his
hand Joe glanced quickly at the cap
tain, who nodded and, turning to his
loophole next to mine, dashed his hand
across his eyes and muttered: 'Dam
it, why shouldn't he? He's a man,
an' ez good a fighter ez any of us.'
There was a w hole sermon In that look
and muttered comment.
"On either side It was a good 130
yards to the canyon walls, and, with
a view to cultivation, the ground had
been cleared of every rock and shrub,
and was perfectly open; a horned toad
could not have crossed It unseen.
" 'They don't keer so much fer us ez
they do our guns an' bosses, ' said the
captain, 'an' they'll not make a rush
till night. Boys, we'll lay down an'
leave Wilson an' the girls to watch an'
call us at the first sign.' Motioning to
Joe, we climbed to the loft, and the
seven of us, tired out with our days and
nights In the saddle, were soon asleep.
Towards night we awakened much re
freshed. " 'A batch of "em's been foolln'
around up there In the gulch out of
range for a good while,' said Wilson
as we came down. Joe ran to where
ho could see up the canyon and then to
the rear to look at the water. 'Carajo.
el dlablos, they have stopped the
water!' It was true. They had dammed
the stream, and there was no water
In the channel save a little that had
collected In pools below large bowlders.
A glance at the kitchen showed less
than two gallons In the bucket, and a
large olla that had been hung outside
at the corner of the house had been
shattered by a rifle ball.
" 'Quick, Senor Wilson; all your
buckets and cantlnas; soon will the
water be all gone, then what will the
children do?'
" 'But what are ye goin' to do, Joe?' "
" 'Pill everything that will hold
water.' "
" 'But they's a gang ov' em scattered
over there along the clift.' "
" 'But water we must have, senor
capltan.' "
"'Agreed, un' by I'll go with
you.' "
" 'But, senor ' "
" 'That's all right, Joe; but I'm
boss.' "
" 'If the senor will but if he will
dip the water up from under the bank
Jose will carry It to the house.' "
" 'No, Joe, that's ' "
" 'But, senor cnptaln Is the tnller;
Jose would climb with It." "
" 'Now, boys; we're goln' to make a
dash fer the crick; they's a crowd ov
'em behind that lronwood top, an' an
other back o.v that little butte that
stands Jest above. CJIv 'em a few
roun's, then we'll open the door an'
run fer it.' The door was opened, ev
erybody standing out of range, and vol
leys directed at the points named with
out response; then tho two dashed for
the water, and Joe was on his way
with two buckets full before the In
dians knew what was up. Another
turn of water, a few spurts of fire from
ihe foliage of the lronwood, tho Vims'
of bullets In the soft logs, but no one
wns hurt. Another turn, and three ur
four red devils showed themselves from
behind the butte to secure bettor nlm.
Only one crawled back, the others
rolled to the foot of the cliff and were
quiet. Back to the edge of the bank
again, nnd Joe, glancing up the gulch,
yelled nnd pointed in that direction.
A dozen or moro of the Apaches,
mounted on their swift ponies, and only
showing a foot or shoulder, werp com.
Ing as silently as the wind over the
soft sand.
" 'Quick! X'p, Benor captain, they are
on us!" and reaching over the hank
Joe pulled up the captain. Kach caught
up a bucket and gained the door, but
not n moment too soon, for a dozen
rifle bullets were imbedded In It as
it closed. There were a few dead
ponies after the charge, und later a
few riders as they tried to guln tho
shelter of the cliffs. The night passe 1
In careful watching. They'll try to
stampede the bosses tonight.' said tho
captain during the evening, on' wo
mus'n't let 'em git nigh the corral;
lucky it's a full moon.' The) only
tried It once, and that was along to
ward morning; When the mm ros,
thero were moro bodies lying on crim
son patches of sand, but the horsex
were safe. Tho duv panned quietly, an I
night came on, bringing with It a sus
picion of chimin fringing the peaks to
tho southeast.
" 'Cloudy night, maybe, tuor capl
tan.' said Joe. pointing to the peaks.
" 'Yep,' and tho captain looked
anxious.
" 'Oiptaln,' said Joe, 'tomorrow there
will bo no water; not enough for the
woman nnd children. How long can
we hold out? No, not long. No, wait
for help; Gerontmo Is undlablo, See
you the smokes to the southeast? His
scouts fool the soldiers. It is forty
miles to the fort. One must go.'
" ttlut It's almost sure death to leave
here.'
" 'SI, senor.'
" 'No, we'll better caoh In together.'
" 'I will go, senor.'
" 'Hut the chances Is a thousan' to
one agin you.'
"'SI, senor, but I will take that
chance and If well, It's only Coyote
Joe, you know,' and he smiled mean
ingly. " 'That's so,' and the captain stroked
his gilzzled chin while that kind look
ugaln stole over his face.
" 'And, senor. calptan.lt I get through
I'll come back'
" 'Who th' 'ell's a-thlnkln' about that
but 1" talk with the boys.' The sit
uation was canvassed In detnlt and nil
agreed to Joe's plan but Wilson, who
was a 'law-abldlnn citizen,' and when
he learned the Identity of the volunteer
messenger protested against permitting
him to escape so 'easily.' Ho was In
favor of ridding the territory of such
dungeious criminals. Joe caught the
drift of his argument. Again that
pleasant smile.
' 'Let Senor Wilson go; his chances
arc nothing us compared with mine,
but. . Por Dion, he Is a brave man.'
"No, Wilson said his place was there
to defend hl3 stock and home, it seemed
Impossible to convince him that those
fiends out thero were thirsting to put !
us to the torture and his family to a
captivity worse than death. He was a
'good' man and as 'nervy' as any of us
but he lacked experience with Apaches.
Ho was of the opinion that Joe would
carry the dispatch, but after that
we were a posse comitutus and It was
our duty to keep our man. He sug
gested that the dispatch should ulso
disclose the Identity of the messenger
and request the commandant to put
him under guard until called for by the
posse. Joe was peering out a loophole
and did not hear this; the old captain
muttered something that sounded like
an oath behind his beard, but nloud
he said 'al right' and winked at us.
" 'I know tho Apache tongue as well
as my own, senors,' said Joe. 'While
tho shadow of the house lies on that
side 1 will slip to the channel of tho
water, then down it to the camp of the
party below. I know well how to get
one of their horses,' and he laughed,
a little harshly I thought. He stripped,
then said: 'May I take your hands,
senors?" Then he drew the captain to
one side.
" 'Senor capltan, there arc many
dangers between mo and the fort, forty
miles away, but, If cunning and cour
age will win, the soldiers will be here
by daybreak. If they do not come, and
you get out, look for my body between
here and the fort. Hut remember, al
ways keep one cartridge each for the
woman and children. You know what
I mean, capltan. When nil hope Is
gone, It win be much easier death for
them. Your hand again, senor capltan;
adlos.'
"The door opened noiselessly In tho
shadow, and, with his knife in his
teeth and his rifle by the middle, ho
was gone. Only nn Instant we thought
we saw him as he wriggled over the
bank; after that he seemed to have
become part of the waste of sand
around us.
"We too: 'turn-about' dozing through
the night, which was as still as death
Itself; not even the hoot of an owl or
the yelp of acoyote broke the silence.
Along about 3 o'clock the storm, which
had been gathering about the peaks,
broke In all its fierceness. A few mo
ments before the fringe of heavy black
clouds had overtaken tho moon In Its
race to the west, and the canyon be
came black as midnight. Then a thun
derbolt seemed to strike and shatter
the peaks above, and the report went
reverberating and re-echoing away. A
moment later and another came, and
with it a sound more fearful, as If the
earth had yawned and hell had vomit
ed a hundred yelling fiends about the
cabin. A bright glare of lightning
showed a mass of Indians and a num
ber with a huge log poised on their
shoulders before the cabin door.
" 'To the corner over the cellar door,'
yelled the captain, 'an' every man
shoot straight In front; empty your
guns an' club 'em.' Crash came the
heavy log, and the door fell inward.
Our rifle lire flashed in the face of the
squirming mass, and the way was in
cumbered with the dead. Another
crash and the rear door gave way, di
viding oil- lire, and tho room was filled
with fighting men. Every man shot
blindly, but with fearful effect, through
the stifling smoke Into the yelling
mass. Itlfles were clubbed und swung
by brawny arms, only to be clutched
by sinewy ted lingers as they de
scended. The last hlng I remember of
the fight was as If a mountain had
fallen on my head, and as I went down
I saw Wilson and tho captain, back to
back on the cellar door, mowing a
swath around them with their rifles,
and then I fainted away, with a sound
like the notes of a bugle ringing In my
ears.
"When I recovered an arnv surgeon
was passing his fingers tenderly but
firmly through my hnlr. 'There Is no
fracture.' ht was savin.",; '.rnly :i se
vere contusion. He will be all rhjht,
buvrli g a bid headache, In a llttlo
while' It was Just as I lost con
sciousness that a company of the licit
swung Into tho canvon on a gallop
and I heard the bugle sound 'charge.'
The captain oi'd AYIlson bad kept their
feet, but as the Indians fled, they imd
dropped from sheer exhaustion, u giv
ing way of the nervous tension. Doc
Cutler was found, half strangled, un-
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der a big Apache, who had Doc's knife
In his side. The other three boys wero
In worse' condition, but their hurts
consisted of cuts and bruises. Tho
Indians had been so massed that It
was Impossible for them to use their
firearms.
" I3ut. snld the lieutenant In com
mand, 'what kind of men are you to
order the arrest of your messenger?
Why, damn It, sir, that fellow Is a
hero. Ho ran the Indian pony to deatli,
stole another from a rancher who
would not bjlieve his story, killed that
horse nnd came the last mile on foot
on a dead run. lie fought llko the
devil when we put him in the guard
house and bsggcd and prayed to como
with us.' The old captain growled
Komethlng in Ilia buard nnd glared at
AVdsnn, who was just then trying to
unlet the fours of his wife and chll
dien. "When the troopers returned from
thf Immediate pursuit a detachment
escorted us, Wilson's family and all,
to the fort. Theie we found that Joe
had dug Ills way out and escaped,
and I did not even hear tho oincer In
command reprove the guard not even
when It was ascertained that Jo? had
gotten away with his own arms ana
a government horse, t oven thought
there was a twinkle of approval In the
oIllcer'H eyes as the soldier on guard
inado his report, but that is only a
hu&piclon. But the soldier lied through
It all with the fnce i.f a stoic, and how
was the oflloir to know that tho hole
was dug after Joe escaped.' Anyway,
n .Mexican can burrow out of un adobe
UH easily as a eopher. Well, wo re
turned to the stage station without
Joe. Yts, we said, 'we were closo on
him, and would have caught him If
the Apaches had not cut us out.'
"A few years afterward I ankei! the
old captain if he had ever seen Jio
since 'Yes.' he said, 'seed Mm an'
lniM'd Mm both. 'Twuz down below tho
line They wuz some trouble with tho
Yaauls, an' Joe wuss mixed up In It
some way. They vuz "stanMn 'em. 'S
easier to do that an' report 'em fhot
winie tryin' to escape than Ms tu guard
'en. They wuz takln' 'em out on? by
one an' as they pajsed ho said, "Hue
nos dlas. senor captain." I thought I
Krow.-d the voice ,tn' lookln'aioun.'
l'.- OhI. sir, :t wuz Kycty Joe, an' he
wuz grlnnln Jest lilts h did that day
lu- optned the cabin door fer us down
on Cott'nwood "Well, I got the olllcer
o the ilrln' squad to wait n bit. up'
then I russled aroun' nn' foun' the
commandante. an' told Mm some thing '
I knowed about Jo. Ifo said he wi-z !
not cevtiin about Joe ben' gully, but
that he was icetched wth the rest. I
seed that commandante vn n man. 1
every inch ov Mm, an" wanted to d. th i
snuare thins. 'Wo llggered nrntin' i
awhile, nn then called In the oille-r '
ov tho sqund an" told him. He -.-w.
w.llln' ez tho commandante, so ir.ste.id
ov loaillo' Inlf tho rllles with ball in' ,
half with blank ca trldges, he loaded
'em all with blank. I was Mowed to
say a few words to tho condemned,
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