Silver City Enterprise — 1891 (full OCR, Internet Archive) — 1891-07-03
source date: 1891
availability: public-domain

Like Father, Like Son Old Geronimo’s Promising Six Year Old Apache Terror There is at present living in Duncan, Ari- zona, in a state of semi-civilization, a young Apache lad who promises to make trouble some day. He is no other than the son of Geronimo, the wiliest chief who ever led an Apache raid. The Indians on the reservation are aware of his whereabouts, but have made no attempt to claim him. On the contrary, they openly assert: “Let him stay with the white men, learn their cunning; then, when he is old enough, he will come back to us and be our chief.” The boy is about six years old, bright as a dollar, and as ugly as satan. He is altogether uncontrollable, and most vicious child when angered that ever lived. He is a queer-looking chap, with a head as large as a man’s, immense ears, almost like an animal’s, a perfect counterpart of old Geroni- mo’s, while his body and limbs are spare, but muscled like steel. About two years ago, when he was only

ild when angered that ever lived. He is a queer-looking chap, with a head as large as a man’s, immense ears, almost like an animal’s, a perfect counterpart of old Geroni- mo’s, while his body and limbs are spare, but muscled like steel. About two years ago, when he was only four years of age, a little girl of the family which had adopted him teased him by calling him names. He seized a butcher knife and frightfully wounded her, so that for a long time it was doubtful if she would live. She recovered, but her face is greatly disfigured by the knife wounds which the little wretch made. He was whipped unmercifully for this, but bore the pun- ishment without a murmur. About six months ago he got hold of some giant powder and blew up a stable in which were several valuable horses, and after the explosion was seen laughing, like the little fiend he is, at the sufferings of the poor brutes. He chews tobacco like a man, smokes cigar- ettes like a Kearney dude and swears like a pirate. He is a perfect terror to the children of his own age, and it will be a miracle if he doesn’t become a murderer before he is a dozen years old.

he sufferings of the poor brutes. He chews tobacco like a man, smokes cigar- ettes like a Kearney dude and swears like a pirate. He is a perfect terror to the children of his own age, and it will be a miracle if he doesn’t become a murderer before he is a dozen years old. To the cowboys he is a source of endless amusement, and they are fast educating him in every form of depravity. A favorite sport of theirs is to get him in the saloon on Sunday, make him drunk on mixed drinks, and then tease him into a state of fenzy. He is a regular little toper, and will drink like a fish, and when drunk is about as ugly a little devil as you can scare up. He will curse the cowboys, and fight like the little savage that he is. His Indian nature crops out in this, though, for he fights in a peculiarly sneaking Apache way. He will snarl at his tormentor, and appar- ently forget all about it until he thinks his enemy is off his guard, when he will seize a beer glass or anything else that comes handy and hurl it with all his puny strength at the man who has angered him.

neaking Apache way. He will snarl at his tormentor, and appar- ently forget all about it until he thinks his enemy is off his guard, when he will seize a beer glass or anything else that comes handy and hurl it with all his puny strength at the man who has angered him. “Doubtful” — That’s the name he goes by, is the curiosity of Duncan. He was captured when he was about nine months old. It was during the last raid of Geronimo, in which Grant County, N. M., and Graham County, Ari- zona, suffered so severely that goaded to des- peration, the ranchers got together, determined to see if they couldn’t rid themselves of the Indian pest, which Uncle Sam’s boys seemed unable to do. One night the Indians crossed just below Duncan, and rounding up what stock they could, headed for Carlisle. The news telegraphed to Clifton, and some of the boys from the Copper camp there came down on an engine. ( 51 )

pest, which Uncle Sam’s boys seemed unable to do. One night the Indians crossed just below Duncan, and rounding up what stock they could, headed for Carlisle. The news telegraphed to Clifton, and some of the boys from the Copper camp there came down on an engine. ( 51 ) The cowboys got together and secured mounts for about forty and started for Carlisle. All that night they beat about in the Mayflower district. They cut the trail of the Apaches, but not before they had killed two miners, and fol- lowed them rapidly. The Apaches doubled and divided into two parties, one crossing above and the other below Duncan and uniting in the hills west of the Gila. The cowboys kept on and struck their trail at Horseshoe canyon, and after a three days and three nights’ ride came up with them just about dusk in Doubtful canyon, near Stein’s peak. The fight was a hot one while it lasted. After it was all over Little Doubtful was found hiding like a young quail under a bush and taken back to Duncan, where he is growing up to give Uncle Sam’s troops some valuable exercise in the future. GRAND FOURTH OF JULY BALL We guarantee everybody will have a first- class time, the best of order will prevail and the best of company will be in attendance. John Sharman, W. H. Twomey, John Gillett, Milt Warner, floor managers.

troops some valuable exercise in the future. GRAND FOURTH OF JULY BALL We guarantee everybody will have a first- class time, the best of order will prevail and the best of company will be in attendance. John Sharman, W. H. Twomey, John Gillett, Milt Warner, floor managers. AT THE TIMMER— W. E. Dyas, Frank Quin, Jas. Nieman, New York; H. F. Frierson, Chi- cago; F. W. Smith, C. F. Raxton, Las Cruces; A. C. Cawathers, Denver; H. S. Boice, Montana; A. Schutz, W. A. Merchant, W. H. H. Llewellyn, El Paso; F. Norwood, Mexico; C. V. Hugo and wife, Fort Bayard; H. J. Hutchinson, Central; William Ulenberg, Cooney; John Corbett and wife. Bud Williams, John R. Condict, W. E. El- gan, Doming; W. F. Aiken and wife, A. J. Spaulding, John R. Adair, Pinos Altos; J. B. Gil- christ, A. A. Nelson, Whitewater; Thos. B. Pheby, Dr. Kimbal, Georgetown; R. B. Graham, England ; J. A. Harlan, Rincon ; Albert Neiman, St. Louis; Robert Giles, Topeka, Kan. William York, one of the pioneer ranch and cattlemen of the Frisco river, paid the metropo- lis a visit in the early part of the week. Geo. E. Hudson, better known as Frenchy, was arrested on Monday morning for fast riding through the streets. He was tried before Justice Givens and contributed $10 and costs to city finances BIGGEST CATTLE DEAL

r, paid the metropo- lis a visit in the early part of the week. Geo. E. Hudson, better known as Frenchy, was arrested on Monday morning for fast riding through the streets. He was tried before Justice Givens and contributed $10 and costs to city finances BIGGEST CATTLE DEAL Lyons & Campbell early this week closed the largest stock deal ever made in Grant county if not in New Mexico, selling to Mr. Boyce of Montana 1200 head of steers held in their pipe line pasture and the steers on the L. C. range. Mr. Boyce purchased most of the two and three year olds on the L. C. and San Vicente ranges thus ridding those ranges of about all available beef cattle and leaving the range free to the stock cattle of the two com- panies. Messrs. Lyons & Campbell will try the experiment of shipping steers to Montana to fatten. Those purchased by Mr. Boyce will be shipped to Montana ranges. DOHENY SHIPPING BONANZA E. L. Doheny is now shipping 18 tons per day from the Alpha and Omega. The ore is a very fine lead ore carrying 15 to 25 ounces silver per ton, with the present lively market for lead and silver the owners of this mine are in bonanza.

a ranges. DOHENY SHIPPING BONANZA E. L. Doheny is now shipping 18 tons per day from the Alpha and Omega. The ore is a very fine lead ore carrying 15 to 25 ounces silver per ton, with the present lively market for lead and silver the owners of this mine are in bonanza. AT THE TREMONT— F. M. Prescott, Pueblo; H. H. Wyckoff, Denver; A. H. Hodgson, St. Louis; K. Wood, Fred J. Baumel, San Francisco ; C. C. McNutt, Kansas City; Jno. Grant, Elms- brooks; P. R. Richard, Boston; Frank Wilder, Chicago; Chas. Gause, Lake Valley; D. Bau- man, P. R. Smith, C. H. Dane, A. J. Clark, Deming; J. Trerise, J. H. Bragaw, Jno. A. Deemer, James Wilson, Jno. McDade and fam- ily, Georgetown; G. D. James, Whitewater; Jno. B. Petrie, Black Range; M. C. Nettleton, C. E. Hodgin, Albuquerque; Thos. Cobler, San Fran- cisco, “O GIVE ME A HOME . . A cattle raiser from New Mexico has been telling the St. Louis Globe Democrat how cow- boys prevent stampedes of cattle when they see the well known signs of such an event, by singing to them, which pacifies them and they all lie down quietly. Those who have had the pleasure of hearing a cowboy “sing” will readily understand why the cattle lie down — because the music makes them want to die. — St. Paul Pioneer Press. ( 62 ) PICNIC AT LC RANCH

by singing to them, which pacifies them and they all lie down quietly. Those who have had the pleasure of hearing a cowboy “sing” will readily understand why the cattle lie down — because the music makes them want to die. — St. Paul Pioneer Press. ( 62 ) PICNIC AT LC RANCH One of the most jolly crowds that ever participated in the festivities of picnicking, left for the LC ranch last Sunday to spend the day. All enjoyments incident on such an occasion were taken advantage of, and the day spent pleasantly. Among those present were the Mes- dames Hobart, Gilbert and Gillett, Misses Mary, Francis, Amelia Ott, Mabel Gilbert; Messrs. R. G. Clark, V. Brado, E. B. Chase, John Ott, John Boyle, Jr., Sam Gillett and Milt. Warner. GRANT COUNTY MEERSCHAUM

f, and the day spent pleasantly. Among those present were the Mes- dames Hobart, Gilbert and Gillett, Misses Mary, Francis, Amelia Ott, Mabel Gilbert; Messrs. R. G. Clark, V. Brado, E. B. Chase, John Ott, John Boyle, Jr., Sam Gillett and Milt. Warner. GRANT COUNTY MEERSCHAUM Grant county is prolific of the greatest variety of minerals and at the same time sur- prises, of any region of the same area on earth. Now, what is it? Why, it is the biggest meer- schaum mine in the world! Some six months ago the attention of the indefatigable M. W. Neff, of our city, was called to a deposit or vein of earth which it was supposed might be meerschaum. He immediately sent a sample to Europe to be investigated by experts, and re- ceived in reply the information that it was meerschaum of the finest quality. Mr. Neff lo- cated the property, which lies on the Sapello, and has now on exhibition as large and pure a sample as was ever taken from the earth. Tally another for Grant county, and come again. Just let us know what you want and we can furnish it on short notice. Here is the coming mining country of the world. Get in before the boom, it will be too late then unless you have millions. Bcsciged By Three Bears Globe Democrat.

er for Grant county, and come again. Just let us know what you want and we can furnish it on short notice. Here is the coming mining country of the world. Get in before the boom, it will be too late then unless you have millions. Bcsciged By Three Bears Globe Democrat. “Wal boys” put in Uncle Jimmy Metcalf the other evening. “I kin jist tell you fellers about a time I had once over in the Black Range that lays eny scrape you have told in the shade. You see, me and Sam Smith happened to be out in the Black Range one day hunting stray cattle. We rode ’long purty much together till erbout noon, when Sam went up one canyon and me up ernuther one. The sun was biling hot an’ water awful scarce. An’ jist like human natur to want and crave somethin’ it can’t git, I begin ter want water the worst kind. The

cattle. We rode ’long purty much together till erbout noon, when Sam went up one canyon and me up ernuther one. The sun was biling hot an’ water awful scarce. An’ jist like human natur to want and crave somethin’ it can’t git, I begin ter want water the worst kind. The bottom ov the canyon which I was follerin’ was dry as the bones of old Methuselah. ’Twas about the middle ov the hottest afternoon I ever felt in this here country. I got so dry my throat begin to swell up terribly. I seed I wasn’t er going to find any water in that ere canyon, so I made up my mind to git out. After a while I found a way to ride over the ridge, which I proceeded to do. I rode on some two or three miles and came to another canyon, in the bottom of which I could see runnin’ water. I couldn’t get doun to it. I rode along the cliff for a mile or so, but couldn’t find a place to git down. After a while I could manage to climb down, but ’twas too steep for my boss. I bound to have some water, so I dismounted and climbed down. I wasn’t more nor half way down when I heard a growl which I knowed at once was a bear. Sure enough, on looking round to my left there stood an old she bear and two cubs. The cubs saw me, an’ were ready to leave. Jist as I step- ped back the two cubs come rushin’ by. I didn’t have a thing to defend myself with ’cept a pocket knife. But the old one didn’t care to tackle me. I felt considerably better when she and her two cubs passed on. I went down an’ got my drink, thinkin’ no more erbout the bears.

back the two cubs come rushin’ by. I didn’t have a thing to defend myself with ’cept a pocket knife. But the old one didn’t care to tackle me. I felt considerably better when she and her two cubs passed on. I went down an’ got my drink, thinkin’ no more erbout the bears. When I got to the top ov the bluff the first thing I met was the old bear and her two cubs. My pony had strayed off 100 yards, an’ there I was with nothin’ to fight with, and the bear between me an’ my pony. As soon as I reached the top of the bluff the old bear made for me. The pony had laid down to waller, an’ had shaken off my lasso rope. Quicker’n I can tell it I grabbed the rope an’ started, the old bear after me. I knowed very well she’d soon catch me, an’ so I thought I’d try an’ outwit her. Ten feet from the edge of the cliff I noticed a small juniper tree. Running straight to the tree I tied one end of the rope ’round it, an’ then I let myself over the brink of the cliff. I was just in time to save my carcass. But I was in a ter- rible shape. The rope wouldn’t reach to the bottom of the precipice by forty feet, an’ to let all holds go an’ drop to the bottom was sure death. I reckon I must have hung there nearly an hour before I began to give under that my time had come at last. I couldn’t have held out near so long if it hadn’t been for a little hole in the rocks where I could stick my toes an’ rest my hands. I could hear the old bear and her subs sniffin’ round above me, but I

hour before I began to give under that my time had come at last. I couldn’t have held out near so long if it hadn’t been for a little hole in the rocks where I could stick my toes an’ rest my hands. I could hear the old bear and her subs sniffin’ round above me, but I ( 53 ) knowed they couldn’t get to me. I guess if Sam hadn’t strayed across the ridge an’ seed my horse and then begun a hunt for me, my bones would now be bleachin’ in the sun on the rocks below. Sam happened to find my pony, an’ suspicionin’ that somethin’ wuz wrong he com- menced to search for me. He soon run across the old bear, an’ shootin’ several shots into her shoulder, she keeled over dead. A few more shots from his Winchester and the cubs were done for. Of course I yelled for him to help me out. I couldn’t pull myself out and was too heavy for him to yank me out, so he dropped his lasso an’ I spliced it onto mine an’ let my- self down to the bottom. You bet we had plenty of bear meat for several days.