Arizona, Sept. 24,
1886, relative to the surrender of the Apaches. Among other things he
said: "Mangus-Colorado had years ago been foully murdered after he had
surrendered."

[28] Geronimo often calls his horses to him in Fort Sill Reservation. He
gives only one shrill note and they run to him at full speed.

[29] Regarding the killing of Mangus-Colorado, L. C. Hughes of the
Tucson, Ariz., _Star_, writes as follows: "It was early in the year '63,
when General West and his troops were camped near Membras, that he sent
Jack Swilling, a scout, to bring in Mangus, who had been on the warpath
ever since the time of the incident with Cochise at Bowie. The old chief
was always for peace, and gladly accepted the proffer; when he appeared
at the camp General West ordered him put into the guardhouse, in which
there was only a small opening in the rear and but one small window. As
the old chief entered he said: 'This is my end. I shall never again hunt
over the mountains and through the valleys of my people.' He felt that
he was to be assassinated. The guards were given orders to shoot him if
he attempted to escape. He lay down and tried to sleep, but during the
night, someone threw a large stone which struck him in the breast. He
sprang up and in his delirium the guards thought he was attempting
escape and several of them shot him; this was the end of Mangus.

"His head was severed from his body by a surgeon, and the brain taken
out and weighed. The head measured larger than that of Daniel Webster,
and the brain was of corresponding weight. The skull was sent to
Washington, and is now on exhibition at the Smithsonian Institution."

CHAPTER XV

REMOVALS

While returning from trailing the Government troops we saw two men, a
Mexican and a white man, and shot them off their horses. With these two
horses we returned and moved our camp. My people were suffering much and
it was deemed advisable to go where we could get more provisions. Game
was scarce in our range then, and since I had been Tribal Chief I had
not asked for rations from the Government, nor did I care to do so, but
we did not wish to starve.

We had heard that Chief Victoria of the Chihenne (Oje Caliente) Apaches
was holding a council with the white men near Hot Springs in New Mexico,
and that he had plenty of provisions. We had always been on friendly
terms with this tribe, and Victoria was especially kind to my people.
With the help of the two horses we