ately, but side by side,
Brewer to the right of Roberts. The little graveyard holds a few other
graves, none with headboards or records, and grass now grows above them
all.

The building where Roberts stood at bay is now gone, and another adobe
is erected a little farther back from the raceway that once fed the old
mountain sawmill, but which now is not used as of yore. The old flume
still exists where the water ran over onto the wheel, and the site of
the old mill, which is now also torn down, is easily traceable. When the
author visited the spot in the fall of 1905, all these points were
verified and the distances measured. It was a long shot that Roberts
made, and down hill. The vitality of the man who made it, his courage,
and his tenacity alike of life and of purpose against such odds make
Roberts a man remembered with admiration even to-day in that once bloody
region.

Chapter XVIII

The Man Hunt--_The Western Peace Officer, a Quiet Citizen Who Works for
a Salary and Risks His Life_--_The Trade of Man Hunting_--_Biography of
Pat Garrett, a Typical Frontier Sheriff_.

The deeds of the Western sheriff have for the most part gone
unchronicled, or have luridly been set forth in fiction as incidents of
blood, interesting only because of their bloodiness. The frontier
officer himself, usually not a man to boast of his own acts, has quietly
stepped into the background of the past, and has been replaced by others
who more loudly proclaim their prominence in the advancement of
civilization. Yet the typical frontier sheriff, the good man who went
after bad men, and made it safe for men to live and own property and to
establish homes and to build up a society and a country and a
government, is a historical character of great interest. Among very
many good ones, we shall perhaps best get at the type of all by giving
the story of one; and we shall also learn something of the dangerous
business of man hunting in a region filled with men who must be hunted
down.

Patrick Floyd Garrett, better known as Pat Garrett, was a Southerner by
birth. He was born in Chambers county, Alabama, June 5, 1850. In 1856,
his parents moved to Claiborne parish, Louisiana, where his father was a
large landowner, and of course at that time and place, a slave owner,
and among the bitter opponents of the new _regime_ which followed the
civil war. When young Garrett's father died, the large estates dwindled
under bad management; and when