wful tobacco,
and told the following experience:

In the time of Geronimo I was living just about where I do now; and
that was just about in line with the raiding. You see, Geronimo, and
Ju [1], and old Loco used to pile out of the reservation at Camp
Apache, raid south to the line, slip over into Mexico when the soldiers
got too promiscuous, and raid there until they got ready to come back.
Then there was always a big medicine talk. Says Geronimo:

"I am tired of the warpath. I will come back from Mexico with all my
warriors, if you will escort me with soldiers and protect my people."

"All right," says the General, being only too glad to get him back at
all.

So, then, in ten minutes there wouldn't be a buck in camp, but next
morning they shows up again, each with about fifty head of hosses.

"Where'd you get those hosses?" asks the General, suspicious.

"Had 'em pastured in the hills," answers Geronimo.

"I can't take all those hosses with me; I believe they're stolen!" says
the General.

"My people cannot go without their hosses," says Geronimo.

So, across the line they goes, and back to the reservation. In about a
week there's fifty-two frantic Greasers wanting to know where's their
hosses. The army is nothing but an importer of stolen stock, and knows
it, and can't help it.

Well, as I says, I'm between Camp Apache and the Mexican line, so that
every raiding party goes right on past me. The point is that I'm a
thousand feet or so above the valley, and the renegades is in such a
devil of a hurry about that time that they never stop to climb up and
collect me. Often I've watched them trailing down the valley in a
cloud of dust. Then, in a day or two, a squad of soldiers would come
up, and camp at my spring for a while. They used to send soldiers to
guard every water hole in the country so the renegades couldn't get
water. After a while, from not being bothered none, I got thinking I
wasn't worth while with them.

Me and Johnny Hooper were pecking away at the old Virginia mine then.
We'd got down about sixty feet, all timbered, and was thinking of
cross-cutting. One day Johnny went to town, and that same day I got in
a hurry and left my gun at camp.

I worked all the morning down at the bottom of the shaft, and when I
see by the sun it was getting along towards noon, I put in three good
shots, tamped 'em down, lit the fusees, and started to climb out.

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