<h2>MONTEZUMA'S CASTLE.</h2>
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<p>"No," said the curiosity dealer, "that mummy is not for sale. I had too
big a job to get it."</p>
<p>"Tell me about it," I asked.</p>
<p>The curiosity dealer carefully closed and locked the case, and then
meditatively rolled a cigarette.</p>
<p>"Well, it was this way: you see I was out after snakes and other natural
history specimens. I had a special order from a chap in New York for
three hundred snakes—he wanted some big rattlers. I think I sent him
some that pleased him; anyhow he paid for them all right. I had a
customer who wanted a rattlesnake with a very big rattle, and I fixed up
a snake for him on<!-- Page 8 --><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_8" id="Page_8"></SPAN></span> this trip and sent it to him afterwards. It had one
hundred and eighteen rattles! I glued a lot of rattles together, and by
taking off the buttons it was pretty hard to see where they were joined.
This rattle was more than a foot long.</p>
<p>"There was another Eastern chap wanted an ibex, which he said was found
up in these mountains. It had light-colored horns curved over at the
tips like a chamois and striped legs and eyes that stuck out like an
antelope. He had heard about the ibex and wanted a pair. I told him I
had often killed them, but they were hard to get."</p>
<p>"What is an ibex?" I asked.</p>
<p>"I'll be hanged if I know," answered the collector. "But there are
fellows in these mountains who say that there really are such animals,
and if he wanted to have an ibex, and had to have an ibex, I might as
well get him an ibex as anybody else, even if I had to make one.</p>
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<p>"But to get back to my story. I had a big outfit on this trip and I
expected to get a lot of curios one way and another, what with snakes
and animals of various kinds, besides all the things that I might pick
up in the way of baskets and Indian relics, which might prove salable.
My outfit consisted of two wagons, five horses, and I had a Mexican
along to look after the teams and do the cooking.</p>
<p>"After being out some two weeks we found ourselves near what is called
'Montezuma's Castle,' up by the Verde. There are a lot of caves
scattered about up there, supposed to have been made by the Cave
Dwellers, and many of them had never been touched or examined.</p>
<p>"I had an offer of good money for a mummy, and had tried making them
from the bodies of Indian children, but I never could get them to look
real. The bones are not crumbly enough, and the rags which<!-- Page 10 --><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_10" id="Page_10"></SPAN></span> the real
mummies are done up in are pretty difficult to imitate.</p>
<p>"I was mighty anxious to explore the big caves, so off we went to the
place, and I tell you the old ruin they call 'Montezuma's Castle' is a
dandy, and don't you forget it. The castle is built on a ledge high up
on the side of a mountain which hangs over at the top. The only way to
get up is by ladders or ropes, and it is mighty hard to get there even
then.</p>
<p>"Right near there, on the face of the high cliff, there are a lot of
fine old Cliff dwellings, and some of them are more than one hundred
feet from the base. These cliffs are straight up and down, sometimes
nearly smooth, but often with narrow broken ledges here and there on the
face of the wall.</p>
<p>"One particular cave which seemed to be a rather large one was about
fifty feet up, and immediately below it were two or<!-- Page 11 --><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_11" id="Page_11"></SPAN></span> three small ledges,
which, after I had looked the place over, seemed to me to be
sufficiently wide to hold a ladder; and I came to the conclusion that if
I wished to explore one of these caves I had better try the one in
question.</p>
<p>"In my outfit I had two large tents, nine by fourteen, and the poles of
these tents, it seemed to me, would answer very well for ladders if I
connected them by pieces of rope. It was not necessary to make the steps
very near together, and by cutting notches in the poles and tying pieces
of rope across I succeeded in making two very good ladders, one fourteen
feet long, with the two top poles—one from each tent; and two small
ladders, each about seven feet. I made these last from the four upright
tent poles, there being two to each tent, as you know.</p>
<p>"The foot of the cliff was rough, and the first fifteen feet or so we
could climb easily<!-- Page 12 --><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_12" id="Page_12"></SPAN></span> to a broad ledge, then there came a space between
nine and ten feet in height, which was as smooth and perpendicular as a
wall. Here my first ladder was put up. Two small ledges above this, some
three feet apart, and a wider ledge four feet higher, allowed me to
climb up, without the use of ladders, to another ledge.</p>
<p>"From here I ran another small ladder up to a ledge which was between
two and three feet wide; from this ledge to the entrance of the cave was
about twelve feet, and my fourteen-foot ladder answered finely, but the
difficulty was, it had to stand so straight that it was rather ticklish
business going up; one could not help feeling that a slip or a little
backward jerk would topple it over into the valley below, and as from
the ledge where it stood to the bottom was some forty feet, a tumble on
to the rocks would prove most unpleasant.</p>
<p>"However, my Mexican, Antonio, held<!-- Page 13 --><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_13" id="Page_13"></SPAN></span> the ladder, and by very careful
work I succeeded in reaching the mouth of the cave and crawling in. I
had no sooner entered than I felt pretty sure it had never previously
been visited by any one since the original inhabitants left it. The
first thing I did was to take a stout piece of twine from my pocket and
fasten the end of the ladder to a piece of rock. Then I felt easier.</p>
<p>"There were numerous bits of broken pottery scattered about and one
nearly perfect specimen. Besides these there was a very interesting bit
of stone carving. These things I gathered together and placed in a heap
near the entrance. I then went back and, taking a small hatchet which I
had brought with me, commenced to dig about in the floor and pretty soon
found this little child mummy.</p>
<p>"By the time I had taken it out I was pretty thirsty and hot, as you may
suppose.<!-- Page 14 --><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_14" id="Page_14"></SPAN></span> I was careful and did not hurry matters, and the cave was like
an oven.</p>
<p>"Wrapping the little mummy carefully in a big handkerchief which I had
tied round my neck, I untied the twine from the ladder, and lowered the
bundle slowly down to Antonio, my Mexican, who was standing at the foot
of the top ladder. It reached him safely, but while he was untying it I
carelessly dropped the end of the string. I went back, however, and
gathered up the other relics, intending to take some of them down with
me and then come back for the rest if I could not manage them all the
first time.</p>
<p>"While I was looking them over I heard a crash and the sound of tumbling
stones, and looking out I saw that the ladder had fallen, and commenced
to curse Antonio for his carelessness; but imagine my horror when I saw
him throw down the bottom ladder and then run as fast as he could<!-- Page 15 --><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_15" id="Page_15"></SPAN></span>
towards the camp. My first and only thought was to pay Antonio for his
treachery. It was evidently his intention to leave me safely housed in a
place from which I could never escape alive, and start off the proud
owner of the two wagons, five horses, and various valuables which he
believed my boxes to contain.</p>
<p>"My revolver was still in my belt, and hastily pulling it I commenced
shooting at the running figure, now some sixty or seventy yards distant.
The first bullet knocked up a cloud of dust about three feet to his
right and a little ahead, the second was still worse, but at the third
he turned sideways, staggered on several paces, and fell among some
loose rocks in a way that must have been unpleasant. He tried to get up
again, but I now had his range pretty well and hit him again with the
sixth shot; after that he lay pretty quiet, although I thought I saw him
move his arm once or<!-- Page 16 --><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_16" id="Page_16"></SPAN></span> twice. I reloaded, having plenty of cartridges in
my belt, and began shooting at him again. This time I hit him three
times out of six shots, and as he had not moved for some minutes I
concluded that he was dead.</p>
<p>"Then I began to think over how I was going to get down. I was very
thirsty and it was tantalizing to see the water down in the valley
sparkling in the sunlight. It looked very clear and refreshing.</p>
<p>"I thought and thought, and the more I thought the more hopeless it
seemed to me to plan a way to get down alive. There was one ladder still
standing,—the second one,—but there was a space of some thirty feet
before I could reach it. I had absolutely nothing, not even a string, to
aid me in getting down.</p>
<p>"There was no use hoping for help from any one, for the place was rarely
visited, and it might be weeks before any person would<!-- Page 17 --><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_17" id="Page_17"></SPAN></span> discover that I
was there. I was getting more thirsty all the time, and, at last, I
hated to go to the mouth of the cave, hot as it was inside, because the
sight of the water nearly drove me mad. I amused myself by occasionally
taking a shot at Antonio. I had his range down pretty fine, now, and
rarely missed him. It was getting late, and the sun had long since sunk
out of sight. Above the mountains there was one tall peak which I could
see up the cañon. It stood out in the sunlight bright and shining, even
after the cañon had become quite dark.</p>
<p>"As the sun sank lower and lower the darkness crept gradually up until
only the very top was left a shining point. For a few minutes it shone a
fiery red and then the light was gone like a huge torch which flickers
and goes out.</p>
<p>"Then the night noises commenced: the incessant, maddening croaking of
the frogs and now and then an owl.</p>
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<p>"Did you ever hear the frogs in Arizona?"</p>
<p>I responded in the affirmative.</p>
<p>"Well, then, you know something about what they sound like, and know
they can give Eastern frogs cards and spades and beat them easy. But you
don't know what they sound like when you are <em>really</em> thirsty!"</p>
<p>"Probably not," I answered.</p>
<p>"Well," continued the curiosity dealer, "I knew nothing could be done
until morning, so I lay down and tried to sleep. I was very nervous and
could not help fearing that in the night I might walk in my sleep or
roll to the mouth of the cave and tumble out. I do not think I really
slept at all, but lay in a half-dazed condition until it was light
enough for me to see things in the cañon below.</p>
<p>"Strange to say, I was not hungry, although I had eaten nothing since
the pre<!-- Page 19 --><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_19" id="Page_19"></SPAN></span>vious morning. My whole thoughts were concentrated on the one
desire—something to drink! I thought and pondered, trying to think of
some possible way to get down! At one time I thought seriously of
jumping to the ledge below, but I knew that it would be impossible for
me to stay on it even if my legs were not broken by the fall, and that
to jump meant practically to commit suicide!</p>
<p>"At last a thought occurred to me that I might possibly make a rope out
of my clothes. I had a large pocket-knife and a hatchet, and no sooner
had the thought suggested itself than I commenced to undress. My canvas
coat, shirt, and trousers and some thin underclothes constituted my
entire wardrobe, and by carefully cutting them into strips wide enough
to bear my weight, and yet narrow enough to give sufficient length, I
succeeded in making a kind of a rope with which I hoped I could<!-- Page 20 --><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_20" id="Page_20"></SPAN></span> succeed
in reaching the second ladder without broken bones!</p>
<p>"I could not work steadily, as it was impossible for me to avoid getting
up and now and then walking about the cave. I suffered so with the heat
and thirst, that the hope of escape alone kept me from going mad. At
last the rope was done and tied together with various knots. It had a
creepy sort of stretchy feeling when I pulled on it, but I had no
alternative but to trust to it,—it was that or nothing, and nothing
meant death from thirst in a very short time.</p>
<p>"I succeeded in fixing the hatchet firmly into and across a cleft in the
rock where it was split, and it gave me something to tie the rope to
which I was satisfied would hold my weight. I tied the end of the rope
to the hatchet handle and threw the other end down, and was mighty glad
to see that it reached within four or five feet of the middle ledge.</p>
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<p>"I was stark naked excepting my shoes, and I tell you it was no easy
task letting one's self down over the sharp edges of the rock. Every
moment I expected one of the knots to give way, and I shall never forget
the feeling which came over me as I swung myself clear of the ledge and
hung swaying on that improvised rope which seemed to stretch and grow
thin in a way which sent cold shivers running up and down my spine. It
seemed a year before I reached the ledge. I went down pretty slow,
sparing the rope as much as I could by supporting part of my weight by
digging my toes into every little crack and crevice I could find, but I
got there at last, and when I did, I sat down on the ledge and cried
like a baby.</p>
<p>"Well, that is the story. Of course I got down the rest of the way all
right, or I wouldn't be here; but I don't know as I would have done it
if Antonio had pulled<!-- Page 22 --><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_22" id="Page_22"></SPAN></span> down the second ladder instead of the bottom one.
He was evidently in too much of a hurry to do the job up right. After
reaching the second ladder, it was no kind of a trick to slide it down
and use it over again. The first thing I did when I got down was to run
as fast as I could to the river and drink as much water as I dared, then
I lay down in the water and enjoyed it. Talk about your Paradise
Cocktails—they are not to be compared with that Verde River water which
I tasted that day!"</p>
<p>"Antonio?"</p>
<p>"Oh, yes, he is there yet, I believe, although I have never been back
since to see, and I hope I never will. My first experience among the
Cliff Dwellers was all sufficient."</p>
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