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n me just at my dinner hour. He came very near taking me — three bullets passed through my clothes. For a few moments I wished I was in Riverside. Geronimo pursued a campaign pe- culiarly his own. If his surprise was intercepted, he never stopped to make a fight, very seldom. “On the day when I was surprised I was cooking dinner in a rough cabin. It was in the winter season. The door of the cabin stood partially ajar, and I was cooking a piece of bacon and boiling some beans. I heard a shot — the whiz of a bullet. This was followed rapidly by other shots. Geronimo and his people rode past the door and fired as they went. I jumped to the door and hastily closed it. Seiz- ing my rifle I stood the gallant Geronimo off single handed. My partner at the time was killed and his body horribly mutilated within 100 yards of the cabin. I return to Riverside today after an absence of ten years, and find my property which I gave $300 for, now worth $20,000. From ihe April 20, 1888, Issue of The Enterprise Morris Cloney's Death