20015, 20016. Los Angeles Mining Review, Los Angeles, California, May 6th, 1911, Vol. 30, No. 7, Page 10. Pioneering In Arizona. Mr. C.B.Genung (article)

Los Angeles Mining Review Los Angeles, California, May 6th, 1911 Vol. 30, No. 7 Page 10 PIONEERING iN ARIZONA Mr. C.B. Genung April, 1871 There had been a very large band of Tonto Apaches in the country and the day before they made the attack at Antelope Hill and killed Wycoff and wounded John Burger, they had taken in a wagon train near Camp Date Creek. The wagon was loaded with quartermaste?s supplies. The Indians took the mules and all the supplies they could handle and then crossed over the Weaver range near where they jumped the Peeple’s Valley party. The Indians had a way of lying back on the trail that they had run stock over and try to waylay any party that might follow in pursuit. That was what they were doing, lying back on their trail to ambush the soldiers who might be sent after them when the Peeple’s Valley party crossed their trail on their way to Wickenburg. Nor had they left the mountains three days later, when I passed over the same ground with my party. My wife was the first to see them dodging through the brush getting to a good place to waylay us. I stopped my team as soon as I saw the Indians and although I had a strong party, I had never seen but one of them under fire, and so he was the only one whose staying qualities I could be dead sure of, and that was my partner. So I told him to get up on a high granite boulder which was near by and to keep the other men with him, while I would see what I could do with the reds. The Indians would not stand for my work, but made off up a brushy canyon. The Indians had expected the soldiers from Camp Date Creek to follow them, and that accounted for their hanging back on the trail so long, but the soldiers were too smart to be caught in any such trap as that. I found Burger at Antelope Creek, in a prospector’s cabin. He was shot through the left thigh, but the bone was not injured; he also had three gunshot wounds in his right side, one rib being shot entirely off. The doctor from Camp Date Creek had been there to see him, looked at his wounds, took hold of the rib and tried to pull it out, and then went off and left him. When outside the cabin he told a prospector named Norwood that Burger could not live, mounted his horse and, with his escort of twenty soldiers, rode away. When I reached the cabin I made Burger as comfortable as I could, left Norwood to take care of him, and promised to have him brought to my ranch as soon as he thought he could stand the trip. It was ten miles over a very rough mountain and only wagon tracks for a road. In a few days after I reached home the dogs held up some one about a hundred yards from the house, one night after I had gone to bed. I heard a white man talking to the dogs and called them in. It turned out to be Norwood, who had come from Burger with a note asking me to send him $65 to pay the doctor. Five soldiers had brought the bill from the army post at Date Creek and Norwood had come up the mountain in the night and was to return before day, as the soldiers were waiting. I wrote a letter to the doctor, who was what was known as a contract doctor. It was not a very pious billet-doux, and in it I promised to see him and settle with him “right” at the first opportunity. I put the letter in a sealed envelope and directed it to the doctor. I told Norwood to tell Burger I had put a check in the letter. A few days after sending the letter I filled my ambulance with loose hay and went after Burger. I brought him home and cared for him until he was well enough to go to work again. But he was always a cripple for the want of proper care at first. I knew that they would find out at Camp Date Creek that Burger had been moved to my house, and I used to hope the doctor would ride over some day and present his bill in person. No such luck. The next I heard of him he had left the post and gone to San Bernardino.