10190. The Arizona Miner, Prescott, Arizona Territory, September 11th, 1869, Conversion and Death of Twelve More Heathens. Glory to God and our Cavalry

The Arizona Miner Prescott, Arizona Territory September 11th, 1869 Conversion and Death of Twelve More Heathens. Glory to God and Our Cavalry. Piously inclined people on the other side of the Rocky Mountains who read the Miner, may imagine, upon glancing their eyes over that the editor is a decidedly profane the above heading , wretch, but such, we assure them is not the case. Our moral standing is good, but our manly bosom throbs to its inmost recess over the good news we are about to make known; we feel grateful to God and thankful to the agents through which He accomplished his purpose, and take this occasion to publicly proclaim our gratitude. The sudden death of twelve strapping , is sufficient cause to stir the blood and Indians, murderous , gladden the heart of any frontiersman. Then be it known that on ( who "Peace Commissioner Somerby , the 22nd day of August last, also holds the rank of Captain in the 8th Cavalry) , with twenty— of Company B, 8th Cavalry, citizens nine fighting " friends " Willard Rice and George Monroe, had the very good fortune to get within shooting distance of a band of about 30 villainous Indians, nine of whom were taken suddenly ill and died on the spot with their moccasins on. The remainder saved themselves by then proceeded east— flight. The Commissioner and his "friends , " ward, almost as far as Camp Reno, without seeing any of their red brethren. They turned back, re—crossed the Verde, and while met three healthy Apache travel ling towards the Agua Fria , clad in fine Navajo blankets. The sequel is easily butchers , foretold. All three of the scoundrels were then and there sent to the happy hunting ground. We get the foregoing and following facts from George Monroe: The command started from Camp Date Creek, August 18th; reached Wickenburg the same day; left Wickenburg on the 19th, travel led northward to a small stream that empties into Castle Creek; in a valley of which they found a few acres of corn growing, which, of course, they destroyed. Vigilant search was then made for a rancher ia which they supposed ought to accompany the corn, but none was discovered. Started south and after travel ling several miles, met, very unexpectedly (to both parties) , the band of Indians above alluded to. This is the history of Somerby's last scout, and we pray that his next may be equally brilliant and fruitful of good results.