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January 9, 2019

20161, 20162. The Arizona Miner, Prescott, Arizona Territory, March 22nd, 1873. More Blood and More Sorrow. (article)

The Arizona Miner Prescott, Arizona Territory March 22nd, 1873 More Blood and More Sorrow. We, last week, gave an account of the murder of two men— A.C. Swain and John McDonald— by Apaches; and it now devolves upon us to give another and fuller account of the terrible affair; also, to record the murder of another civilized being, by the same cruel wretches: Wickenburg, Yavapai Co. Arizona. March 14th, 1873. To the Editor of the Arizona Miner: On Tuesday night, March 11th, the Salt River stage with five passengers, passed a wagon by the way side, three miles south of Lambey’s station. The driver and passengers saw a man stretched out by the wagon, but feeling that the Indian question, at least, hereabouts, was at rest, they believed it to be a camp for the night. But the early break of day revealed the deadly work of the savage foe— an old pioneer, Augustine C. Swain, lay dead by the side of his muleless wagon, mutilated. By his side lay a young man, John McDonald, who, the day before, arrived at Smith’s mill, rose early and was en route to Wickenburg, and who, on arriving at the place also met the fate of his dead companion. They were found side by side. But our tale of sorrow does not end here; P.W. Smith and Geo. Taylor, son of Peter Taylor, drove from Smith’s mill to Lambey’s station same afternoon; Mr. Smith remained for the night, and young Taylor, feeling every security, at 5 o’clock started for home, some five miles distant, on foot. His not returning that night created but little uneasiness, but on the return of Mr. Smith, Wednesday morning, nothing was talked of except the sad affair of Mr. Swain and the young man, supposing young Taylor was about the camp. Soon, however, came from an anxious mother’s lips, “where is George?” The almost certainty of his fate was felt as the words came from the fond mother. A party at once started, but no success attended their efforts, until Thursday morning, the 13th, a little distance from the ill-fated spot where Swain and McDonald fell, on a hill, not distant, they came upon a scene too horrible to report, fully, in your journal. Suffice it to say that the sight caused the stout heart of the old pioneer to quiver. Here lay young Taylor. Evidently the savage foe had done all he could to put out the candle of life by procrastinating, and every invention of his hellish and barbarous ingenuity. Fifty odd arrows were taken from his naked body. One of the mules taken had been slaughtered and remains of fires were visable; and the feast had been taken, and the war dance performed. The appearances are that he fought desperately against great odds. The trail is a new one, coming from the west going east, and the number, judging from the well beaten trail, More Blood and More Sorrow- Continued. would indicate hundreds. Young Taylor was a strong, fine young man, favorite of all who knew him; and a favorite, if I may so speak, of fond and loving parents. The remains were at once sent to Vulture City for burial, arriving Thursday night at 10 o’clock. To the large number of citizens present, the solemnity of the occasion seemed to perv ade all hearts. Mr. B. Sexton committed the body to its last resting place by reading a portion of the solemn and appropriate service of the Episcopal church for the dead. It is the opinion of all, that had the mail stage been two hours later, driver and passengers would have received the same fate. S.B. It now appears that the band of butchers were travelling in an easterly direction when they fell upon and murdered our late fellow citizens. All accounts agree in stating that they numb ered between 300 and 400, but this we take to be an over estimate. Some say that the warriors- no, not warriors, but skulking murderers, had their women and children with them, and that they were a band of Apache-Yumas who have been living in the mountains near the Colorado river, and who have never lived long on any reservation. Again it is thought that they were eastern Apaches, who were returning homeward from a trading trip among the Indians of the Colorado. But, speculation aside, they were Indians, and murd erous ones at that, and it is to be hoped that Lieut. Rice’s command will find, surprise and kill the last devil of them.

January 8, 2019

20145, 20146. Daily Alta California, San Francisco, California, Saturday Morning, November 16th, 1872. Arizona. Universal Faith in General Crook... (article)

Daily Alta California San Francisco, California Saturday Morning, November 16th, 1872 ARIZONA. - Universal Faith in General Crook— The Loring Massacre- Indians Dying. By Telegraph. SAN DIEGO, November 15th.— Major Royall, Fifth Cavalry, arrived here today, en route to San Francisco to attend the Tompkins Court—martial. He leaves by the first steamer. He reports that the Superintendent of Indian Affairs in Arizona has discovered that fifty or more Apache-Yuma Indians lately escaped from Camp Date Creek Reservation, and have taken refuge with friendly Indians on the Colorado river. All Arizonians now here protest against the changing of Arizona to the Department of New Mexico, and the assignment of General Howard, or any one else, tà command in place of Gen. Crook, who has taken great pains to acquaint himself with Indian affairs, and is now putting into execution most important movements in the direct interests of peace and humanity. The Arizona “Citizen,” received to—day, says: “Let the Reservation be solely entrusted to General Crook, and it will soon be made respectable and as advantageous to citizens as Indians; in fact, would be made to promote the best interests of humanity, in the most just and merciful manner. Our belief is that General Crook is the best adapted officer in or out of the Army to manage the Indians, in their transition from war to peace. He has, for years, been fixed and verified by his works. His command in Arizona has been so interf ered with, that any judgement of it by results is very unfair to him. Let him have unrestricted control of the Indians on the Reservations, while operating against those off, and ere long his success will be manifest and satisfactory to all just and reasonable people.” Universal Faith in General Crook- Continued. The same paper says of the participants in the Loring massacre: “It is estimated beyond question that at least thirty—four Indians were engaged in that massa cre. Thirteen of them are known to have drawn rations at Camp Date Creek Reservation, on November 1st, 1871, and on the 5th of that month the massacre was committed. Of these thirteen, six were known to have been on the Date Creek Reserve on and before September 7th, 1872.”

January 6, 2019

20136, 20137, 20138, 20139. Farish, Thomas Edwin., History Of Arizona, Vol. VIII. pp. 309-317. The Report of C.B. Genung. (excerpt)

Farish, Thomas Edwin. History Of Arizona Vol. VIII. pp. 309—317. The Report of C.B. Genung. -“In July, 1871, I concluded to build a wagon road from Wickenburg, via Antelope Creek and Peeples’ Valley to connect with the road leading from the Colorado River at Ehrenberg to Prescott. There was a road that could be travelled by light rigs and empty teams but no load could be handled over it. My neighbors agreed to help me, as Wickenburg and Phoenix were our best markets and to haul a load to either of these places we had to travel about sixty miles, whereas it was only twenty—seven miles by the road that I proposed to build from Peeples’ Valley to Wickenburg which was on the Phoenix road. I employed a few white men at $75.00 per month, a few Mexicans at $65.00 and board, and started to work. There was quite a number of Yavapai Indians in and around Peeples’ Valley at the time, and when they learned what I was doing they asked for work; and, as they were willing to work for fifty cents per day, the same as I had paid them when they worked for me on the Colorado River Reservation, I put a lot of them to work. My neighbors did not approve of my working Indians, but, as the Indians would do about as much work with pick and shovel as the average white man or Mexican, I put them on; gave them flour, beans, sugar, and coffee and venison. I gave one of the Indians fifty cents per day and furnished him with cartridges, and he kept the camps well supplied with fresh meat and his squaw dressed the skins, which made it a good job for the hunter. I thought it better to work the Indians and have them where I could watch them, than to be uncertain of their whereabouts. Then again, the white man had occupied their lands and hunting grounds, crowded them back so that they were too glad to go onto the reservation. Then after they were all on the reservation the agent starved them until they had to go back to the mountains to get something to eat. “I built the road from Wickenburg to Kirkland Valley for $4,765, and without the Indian labor I could not have built it for less than seven or eight thousand dollars. “When I started work on the road a man named George H. Wilson, commonly called Yackey Wilson, moved from his ranch three and a half miles below Wickenburg up to Antelope Creek and put up a seven room house and started a station. Wilson was a good station keeper and did a good business with the placer miners as well as with the travel that came that way as soon as the road was possible for teams. While I was working on the road I received one day a letter from General Crook who had been at Fort Whipple but a short time; he having arrived in the Territory in June of the same year. In the letter Crook asked me if I could go with some of the head men of the Yavapais and see him at Whipple. I wrote to Crook that I would try to locate some of the captains and go with them as soon as I could. Crook did not tell me in his The Report of C.B. Genung— Continued. letter what he wanted, but from the talk that I had with the three soldiers that brought me the letter, I inferred that he wanted to enlist some of the Yavapais to help fight the Hualapais and Tonto Apaches. I sent an Indian to Camp Date Creek to talk with some of the Indians which I supposed were there, but my Indian returned that night and told me that nearly all the Indians had gone out into the mountains and only came into the post once a week to draw rations. The doctor at the post had advised this move as the Indians were having chills and fever at their camp near the post. As I was very busy I concluded to take one Indian and go see Crook, knowing that I could induce the Indians to do anything that I thought was for their good. The next day I took an Indian that I knew well, and with two white men drove to Prescott. It took five days the way the road ran at that time to make the trip- two to go and two to come, and one day in town. I went to see Crook and took my friend, Herbert Bowers, who was post trader at the time, to introduce me, and my Indian, Tom. I found Crook much different from other commanding officers that I had met in Arizona. He was more like a pioneer miner or prospector to meet- just a common plain gentleman. He told me that Mr. Bowers had told him of my efforts to get the other commanders to employ the Yavapais as scouts and trailers, and asked me if the Indians would like to do it. I assured him that he could enlist every Yavapai that was able to go. He then asked me how long it would take to get the Indians together so that he could have a talk with them at Date Creek. I told him that a week would give them plenty of time. That was a good talk for me, for I had been trying for several years to do just what Crook proposed, but there never was a man in command before that who had sense enough to do it. When I told Tom what Crook wanted, he was highly elated. “On my return to my ranch I killed an Indian in Kirkland Valley by Tom’s advice, and when Tom knew he was dead he said General Crook had commenced to kill Tontos, which was true, for if Crook had not sent for me when he did, I should not have found the Indian at the station in Kirkland Valley. “It was more than a month before I heard from Crook again. Then he wrote me asking me if I could get the Indians in to Date Creek by a certain day. I wrote and told him that I could get all of the ablebodied men in by the appointed time. This correspondence was done by couriers. “I had a young Indian captain named Waw ba Yuma, working for me, and most of the twenty-five working Indians that I had were of his band. I told him that General Crook wanted all the strong young men of his tribe to go with the soldiers and fight the Tontos. The Indian said to me: ‘You tell General Crook that, when I am done work here I will go and so will all of my young men.’ I said to him, ‘You had better go and see the General and tell him yourself.’ ‘You can talk for me and for my people,’ said Waw ba Yuma. I sent out Indian runners and had all of the young men of The Report of C.B. Genung- Continued. the tribe at Date Creek on the appointed day. I met General Crook there and we called the meeting in front of the officers’ quarters on the south side of the parade ground. I was a little surprised to meet Irataba, the head chief of the Mohaves there, but thought nothing of it at the time. The white men were seated with backs against the buildings, Irataba just in front of us and the Yavapais sitting on the benches and standing before us. Crook had brought a man named Charles Spencer from Mohave County to interpret for him. Spencer had done a little talking for Crook when Irataba got up and began to pass pieces of tobacco to some of the Indians, and in a few seconds had passed out eight or ten pieces, when some soldiers who had been standing among the Indians began to grab the ones to whom the tobacco had been given, at the same time drawing their revolvers. The Indians, being surprised and scared, struggled desperately and several of the arrested ones escaped; the soldiers began shooting, and those that had no revolvers ran to their quarters and got their rifles and began shooting at every Indian that they could see. Crook, myself and Col. 3as. M. Barney were the only ones present who did not take an active part in some way in the fracas. We just stood by and looked on. The Indians had left their guns at their camp with the women and children and some of the soldiers ran to the camp which was about one half mile from the post, and secured all the guns and bows. “When I realized what had been done I went and got my arms and hunted up Crook and asked him what he meant by inducing me to get the Indians into the post under pretense of friendship and then killing a lot of them- eight I believe were found. He said that Irataba had told the agent at the Colorado Reservation that the Yavapais had murdered the Loring party, a short time before, while in route by stage from Wickenburg to Ehrenberg, and that the pieces of tobacco were handed to the ones that Irataba had learned were of the party who attacked the stage and killed six people. I told Crook that it was a lie; that I knew it was Mexicans who had done the killing and robbing of the stage. I was getting madder every minute and told Crook that if anything happened to my family through this treachery that I should hold him personally responsible; that I was living in the midst of the Indians and that I could expect nothing but that they would blame me for all the trouble. He said in reply to my talk that he would see that I had protection. I mounted my horse and rode as fast as I could to the camp on the road. I told the Indians what had happened and told them that I could not keep them at work any longer and that they must go into the mountains and stay until I made a signal smoke at a certain high place on my ranch. Waw ba Yuma did not like the idea of going but I made him understand that all the people would be afraid and that I should have to stop work anyhow until I had a chance to see and talk to all the Yavapais. “It was nearly a month later when Lieut. Trout, the quartermaster The Report of C.B. Genung- Continued. at Camp Date Creek, Frank Murray, the butcher at the post, and a soldier came to my ranch about noon. Trout asked me if I had seen any Indians since they left my camp, which I had not, nor had there been one seen at or near the post. He said he wanted to get them back, if possible. I went out to the place agreed upon and raised a big black smoke. In a very short time my friend Tom, his squaw, and one more Indian came to the ranch. I told Tom what Trout said and told him that Trout would issue rations to all who went for them.. I had a lot of talking to do and told the Indians that they could come and camp near my house if they wanted to. Tom asked me what all the soldiers were doing there, Crook having sent a company of cavalry to my ranch as soon as he could get them there after the affair at Date Creek. I explained the matter as well as I could, and after Trout and his party had left I had a lot of talk and explained the matter, placing all of the blame on Irataba, and he was the one to blame for the whole trouble. Irataba was jealous because the Yavapais were getting better treatment from the officers at Date Creek than his people were receiving from the Indian Department, hence the jealousy. “I had to do a lot of talking to get the Indians to go back to Date Creek to meet Crook the second time, he having promised to return their guns and other things that the soldiers had taken from their camp. Finally I told them that if they would come and meet Crook that I would be there and see that they got their guns and that I would be right beside Crook, and if the soldiers tried to bother them that I would have my pistol in my belt and would shoot Crook three times. A few, those who had lost their guns, went in to the post on the appointed day. I was there and told Crook that we would do our business with the Indians in front of the sutler’s store instead of going onto the parade ground as on the other occasion. There were no seats provided but Crook had ordered all the stolen property to be brought out and placed on the ground near where we stood. I told the Indian, Tom, to get his gun. When he picked it up and examined it, I asked him if it was all right. His reply was ‘Kely-eppy,’ meaning ‘no good.’ I told another one to get his gun, and that was ‘Kely-eppy’ also. I showed Crook that there had been screws taken out of the locks. He at once ordered the commander of the post to bring out some guns that were there and twenty rounds of ammunition for each gun. They were turned over to those who had lost their guns without any ceremony. When the old guns that the soldiers had taken were examined, it was found that there was not one but what had been ruined for the use of the Indians. If a screw was taken out the Indian had no possible means of replacing it. Twenty rounds of ammunition was a great prize. The only way that an Indian could get ammunition was to go to La Paz or Yuma and get some white man to buy it for him. That act restored confidence in General Crook. He enlisted a lot of these Indians, agreeing to take care of all who were left in camp, i.e., the women, children and old men. The first thing he did with the new soldiers was to go out and thrash the Hualapais; then enlisted some Hualapais to help clean up the Indians of the country east of Prescott.”