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<h2>CHAPTER XIX.</h2>
<h2>A STRANGE HISTORY CONTINUED.</h2>
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<p>"The hacienda of Don Rafael was a stone building, or rather a collection
of buildings, forming a square. Like nearly all Mexican dwellings it was
but one story in height, but covered a large extent of ground. It was
flat roofed, with a parapet, breast high, running around the edge. There
were few external windows, and these were mere slits in the wall,
guarded by heavy iron bars and massive wooden shutters. The interior of
the square formed a large court-yard, entrance to which was gained by
two archways, one at each extremity. These were closed by great
jail-like doors—in fact, the whole structure had some resemblance to a
fortress, a style of architecture peculiar to this region, and rendered
necessary for security against the annual raids of the Indian warriors.</p>
<p>"On entering the <i>patio</i> or court-yard, you saw the real front of the
house. Here the windows had glazed sashes reaching to the ground, and
opening on curtained verandahs. The surface of the <i>patio</i> was paved
with <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</SPAN></span>brick, and in the center stood a fountain, surrounded by orange
trees.</p>
<p>"Since the attack which had resulted in my becoming an inmate of the
hacienda, more care had been taken to guard against future attempts of a
like nature. The great gates were closed at sundown, and some attempt
was made at keeping a regular watch or guard during the night. At first
the sentinels were tolerably vigilant, but the lazy rancheros soon
wearied of their unaccustomed duties, and before long the detail of a
guard was omitted, and affairs subsided into their accustomed quiet.</p>
<p>"The American trappers had departed, and all seeming favorable for the
accomplishment of my plan, I was not long in putting it into execution.
I had taken pains to become familiar with the internal arrangements of
the mansion, and knew exactly where the different members of the
household slept. Selecting a night when there was no moon, I picked out
two of the fleetest mustangs from the corral, and secured them, fully
prepared for flight, among a clump of trees at a short distance from the
hacienda.</p>
<p>"During my residence among the Camanches, I had become familiar with a
certain herb possessing strong narcotic properties. This I had searched
for and found without difficulty, and with it I had managed to drug a
portion of the food prepared for the evening meal, so that at a
comparatively early hour, the entire household was wrapped in profound
slumber. My <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</SPAN></span>preparations were all completed, and when I deemed that the
proper hour had arrived, I descended from the <i>azotea</i>, where I had been
lying in wait; and noiselessly entered the apartments of the family.
Reaching that occupied by Don Rafael, I sought his bedside, and placing
one hand over his month, I stabbed him to the heart, and he died with
scarcely a struggle. Quickly transferring his scalp to my belt, I
proceeded with my bloody work, passing from room to room, until eight
victims had perished beneath my blows, and eight bleeding scalps
garnished my waist.</p>
<p>"Knowing that I had but little time to spare, I now prepared for flight.
Hastily collecting such articles of use or ornament as would be likely
to seem of great value in the eyes of the Indians, and such as I could
easily carry, I made them into a pack of small compass, and returning to
the <i>azotea</i>, I lowered them to the ground with a lariat, which I had
previously placed there. I then sought the apartment of Guadalupe.
Entering it without noise, I beheld her, by the dim light of a night
lamp, reclining upon her couch, buried in profound sleep. I quickly
bound her hands and feet, and gagged her in the Indian fashion, with a
pear-shaped piece of wood secured by a strip of leather. I then raised
her to my shoulder, and bore her to the roof, and by the aid of the
lariat, which I had secured to the parapet, I easily descended with her
to the plain below. A few seconds rapid walking enabled me to gain the
horses, and a few minutes <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</SPAN></span>later I had fastened her to the saddle, and
we were riding at full speed to the northwest. Knowing the route well, I
lost no time, and at daybreak had nearly reached the point at which I
intended to cross the Rio Grande.</p>
<p>"Day was just breaking when I rode through a belt of chaparral, and
emerging upon the prairie beyond it, came suddenly upon a horseman, whom
I at once recognized as one of the Mexican hunters attached to the
hacienda d'Echeverra. Before he could recover from his astonishment at
our unexpected meeting, I had literally ridden him down, and brained him
with a single blow of my steel mace, one of the weapons which I had
taken from Don Rafael's armory, and the same one you have frequently
seen me carry. Adding his scalp to those I had already taken, and
rifling his person of whatever of value he possessed, I resumed my
flight, and traveling steadily all day, found myself by nightfall
practically beyond pursuit.</p>
<p>"My fair captive had long since recovered consciousness, and I had
removed the gag from her mouth. I will spare you a recital of her
prayers and entreaties when she realized her position. Suffice it to say
that, after a perilous and wearisome journey, I reached this village in
safety with my prize, and was greeted as one returned from the dead; for
the survivors of my party had brought back the news of my fall, and I
had been mourned by my wives and my poor sister as dead. Now all was
rejoicing; a feast <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</SPAN></span>was made, the scalp dance was performed, and I found
that by my bold exploit I had fully recovered my standing among the
warriors of the tribe.</p>
<p>"Guadalupe was added to the number of my wives, and until her death
three years later, remained my favorite. About a year after my return my
sister sickened and died, during my absence with a war party, thus
leaving me without ties, save such as I had made for myself in my tribe.</p>
<p>"I was now completely Indianized, and began a series of expeditions
which resulted so successfully as to cause my advancement to the
position of a sub-chief, and to my being frequently entrusted with
important enterprises. In fact, the more desperate an undertaking, the
more certainly would I be called upon to achieve it. To this state of
affairs I made no objection, for I coveted the sort of distinction or
notoriety it gave me, and as I rarely failed of success, I steadily
gained in prestige and influence. But I have never been able to attain a
seat in the council, or to reach any higher rank than that I now hold.
This I attributed to the influence of Tonsaroyoo and Wakometkla, both of
whom regard me with ill-concealed dislike, although they are compelled
to acknowledge me as one of the best warriors of their nation.</p>
<p>"I have led my chosen band in many a daring adventure, and have never
returned without some trophy of my prowess. Among the many scenes of
this nature through which I have passed, I will recount the <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</SPAN></span>following,
which will prove to you that in what I have said of myself I have made
no idle boast.</p>
<p>"On one occasion Stonhawon, the second chief, went with about two
hundred warriors into the Utah country, with a view of replenishing our
stock of horses, as we had lost a large number through the polite
attentions of the Utahs and Arapahoes. His party was gone some fifteen
days, and returned with only eight horses, and with the loss of five
men. This was considered a terrible disgrace, and many of the young
warriors begged me to lead them, and by a successful raid remove the
shame they felt at the defeat of Stonhawon's party.</p>
<p>"Selecting barely fifty men, but those the most daring braves of the
tribe, I left the valley by the eastern entrance, and crossing the
desert, struck southward into the Lipan country. With this tribe we were
at the time at peace, but I cared little for that, and the warriors of
my party were equally unscrupulous. I sent forward a dozen spies, and
moved forward cautiously with the main body. My reputation was committed
to my present success, and I took more than ordinary pains to sustain
it. Every man of my band was well armed and mounted, and I had full
confidence in our ability to overcome double our number. One of the
spies now returned and informed me that they had discovered a Lipan
village of seventeen lodges, situated on the banks of a small stream. I
directed them to return and watch them closely, and to apprise <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</SPAN></span>me of
any movement they might make. The spy went back, but soon returned and
informed me that they had moved down the creek, which was a tributary of
the Pecos, had passed through a small cañon, and were encamped near its
mouth. I ordered him to send in all the spies except three, and direct
these to keep a sharp look-out.</p>
<p>"I then determined to follow them down the cañon, and attack them at its
mouth, thus cutting off all chance of their retreating into the cañon;
but a spy now brought me word that they had moved further down and
encamped on the edge of the timber, with the evident intention of
remaining there. I then made a wide circuit, and crossed the ridge lower
down with the largest division of my party but left about twenty
warriors ambushed in the cañon.</p>
<p>"From the summit of the hill I had an excellent view of the enemy's
position, and my plans were quickly formed and executed with almost
equal rapidity. Under cover of the timber I led my party until we gained
the rear of the encampment. Then spreading out widely, we advanced to
the edge of the timber, and shouting our savage war-whoop, rushed upon
the Lipans. They were so completely surprised that we were among the
lodges before they could make scarcely a semblance of defense, and many
of them were cut down as they emerged from the lodges.</p>
<p>"Those who escaped the first attack retreated towards the cañon, but on
attempting to enter it were met <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</SPAN></span>by my detached party and repulsed with
considerable loss. They then retreated to the west and gained the
shelter of the woods, while we hastily collected our plunder and
prisoners and retraced our steps towards our village, our spoils
consisting of thirty-nine scalps, forty-eight captives, women and
children, and over two hundred horses; and this notable victory was
gained without the loss of a warrior, although we had twenty-three
wounded.</p>
<p>"The Lipans gathered reinforcements from other bands, and followed our
trail, but did not succeed in overtaking us before we reached our
village; and here we are too strong to be attacked. Great was the
rejoicing upon our return; the scalp-dance was performed, feasts
prepared in our honor, and I found myself looked upon as a greater brave
than ever.</p>
<p>"This expedition was but the prelude to a series of similar ones, and as
my luck did not desert me, I soon found that more than half the tribe
were anxious to accompany the war parties which I led. It suited me
better, however, to operate with comparatively small parties, say of
fifty or sixty men, and to take only those who would render
unquestioning obedience to my authority. For this reason I selected men
of no great prominence in the tribe, but whom I knew to be good
fighters, to accompany me on these expeditions, so the victories we
achieved might redound mainly to my credit.</p>
<p>"One day I started out to hunt, accompanied by <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</SPAN></span>only five young
warriors. After five days journey, during which we found no game, we
ascended a slight eminence, and saw before us a large prairie. At some
distance out a party of about thirty Indians were engaged in killing
buffaloes. We could also see their village at about four miles distance.
Here was an opportunity not to be lost. We passed along behind the crest
of the hill until we had gained a position between them and their
village, and then passed through a gully and concealed ourselves in the
path they must necessarily take. We were able to discover by their
costume that they were Pawnee Picts, a tribe with whom we were generally
at peace, but I considered that fact of no importance.</p>
<p>"The unsuspecting hunters, having finished butchering and dressing the
buffaloes they had killed, began to approach us in straggling parties of
four or five, their horses loaded with meat which they were bearing to
the village. When the first of them came abreast of us, I made a signal,
and five of them fell before our arrows. As the next party came up we
brought down three more, and then rushed from our hiding place, and some
began scalping the dead, while the remainder were cutting the lashings
of the meat in order to secure the horses. Having taken eight scalps, we
sprang upon the horses we had freed from the packs, and retreated
precipitately, fearing to be overpowered by numbers. We made direct for
the timber, and having secreted our horses, took refuge in a <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</SPAN></span>rocky
place in the mountain, where we felt protected for a while from their
attacks. To attack us in front they had to advance right in the face of
our fire, while to reach our rear they had to take a circuitous route of
several miles around the base of the mountain.</p>
<p>"The enemy had now gathered in force, and displayed the utmost bravery,
for they made repeated assaults nearly up to the position that sheltered
us. Their arrows showered around us without injury, but we could bring
one man down at each shot. To scalp them, however, was impossible. One
of the enemy, who seemed to be a great brave, charged right into our
midst and inflicted a severe wound on one of my party. Before he could
retire, I cut him down with one stroke of my battle-axe, and added his
scalp to those we had already taken. By this time the enemy had nearly
surrounded us, which led me to believe that retreat would be our safest
course; so when night came we evacuated our fortress unperceived by our
enemies.</p>
<p>"They, deeming our escape impossible, were quietly resting, intending to
attack us with their whole force in the morning, and take our scalps at
all hazards. Moving with the stealth of the cougar, we proceeded along
the summit of a rocky cliff until we came to a ravine, through which we
descended to the plain below, which was here covered with heavy growth
of timber. We reached the spot where we had concealed <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</SPAN></span>our horses
without difficulty, and made the best of our way home. In order to avoid
hostile war parties we were obliged to take a roundabout course, and it
was not until the eighteenth day after our departure that we reached the
village. The tribe had given us over for lost, but when they saw us
returning with nine scalps and with but one of our party hurt, their
grief gave way to admiration, and we were greeted with shouts of
applause.</p>
<p>"The years I have spent among the Camanches are filled with such
exploits as these, but their recital would weary you, and I will not
further prolong my story."</p>
<p>As the renegade finished his narrative, we sat and smoked for some time
in silence. Then a sudden thought struck me and I said to him:</p>
<p>"Hisso-de-cha, I have often thought that I should like to go on the war
path. Why can you not take me with you when you next go forth with a war
party?"</p>
<p>"That I would willingly do," he replied, "but it would never be
permitted; or at all events, I never could gain Wakometkla's consent to
such a thing; but perhaps you can induce Stonhawon to let you accompany
him, and I think he could manage it. He is now preparing to go on an
expedition of some sort, as he is anxious to surpass my recent success
against the Arapahoes. But come, it is time we were asleep, and if you
are not tired of listening to me, I am <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</SPAN></span>decidedly tired of talking; so
permit me to bid you a <i>bueno noche</i>;" and so saying, the renegade arose
and retired to his lodge. I was not long in following his example, but
sleep did not close my eyelids until nearly dawn.</p>
<p>Reflecting upon the strange story of my still stranger companion, and
seeing in imagination the many bloody scenes through which he had
passed, my mind gradually turned to the subject which had so long lain
dormant—the hope of escape from my hated bondage. At last there seemed
a chance that my intense longing for freedom might be gratified; and I
determined to spare no effort towards inducing Stonhawon to consent to
my forming one of his war party. Hastily formed plans and wild schemes
of all descriptions chased one another through my brain, and it was
nearly morning before I fell into a troubled sleep, haunted even in my
dreams by visions of blood and slaughter.</p>
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