Captured by the Navajos

Captured by the Navajos

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Title: Captured by the Navajos
Author: Charles A. Curtis
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Language: English
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[Illustration: "EVERY ONE HELD HIS RIFLE IN READINESS TO
SHOOT THE ESCAPING APACHES"]

CAPTURED BY THE NAVAJOS

BY CAPTAIN CHARLES A. CURTIS U.S.A.

ILLUSTRATED
NEW YORK AND LONDON HARPER & BROTHERS
PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1904, by HARPER & BROTHERS.

CONTENTS
CHAP.
I. INTRODUCES THE BOYS
II. ATTACKED BY NAVAJOS
III. WARLIKE PUEBLOS
IV. IN A NAVAJO TRAP
V. A SIEGE AND AN AMBUSCADE
VI. CROSSING THE RIVER
VII. A SWOLLEN STREAM AND STOLEN PONY
VIII. OVER THE DIVIDE--A CORPORAL MISSING
IX. THE RESCUING PARTY
X. THE CORPORALS ARE PROMOTED
XI. BOTH PONIES ARE STOLEN

XII. INDIANS ON THE WAR-PATH
XIII. THE BOY SERGEANTS DO GOOD SERVICE
XIV. ON THE DESERT WITHOUT WATER
XV. THE PONIES ARE FOUND
XVI. APACHES IN SKULL VALLEY
XVII. PURSUIT OF THE APACHES
XVIII. ON THE TRAIL OF THE APACHES
XIX. THE ATTACK ON THE APACHE CAMP

ILLUSTRATIONS
"EVERY ONE HELD HIS RIFLE IN READINESS TO SHOOT THE
ESCAPING APACHES" Frontispiece
"MOUNTED, THE BOYS PRESENTED A WARLIKE
APPEARANCE"
"CORPORAL HENRY ASKED CAPTAIN BAYARD TO INQUIRE
FOR MANUEL PEREA"
"'GOD HAS GIVEN ME AMONG MANY FRIENDS, TWO THAT
ARE SOMETHING MORE'"

CAPTURED BY THE NAVAJOS
I
INTRODUCES THE BOYS

It was late in the fall of the second year of the civil war that I rejoined
my company at Santa Fé, New Mexico, from detached service in the
Army of the Potomac. The boom of the sunrise gun awoke me on the
morning after my arrival, and I hastened to attend reveille roll-call. As I
descended the steps of the officers' quarters the men of the four
companies composing the garrison were forming into line before their
barracks. Details from the guard, which had just fired the gun and
hoisted the national colors, were returning to the guard-house, and the
officers were hastening to their places.
At the conclusion of the ceremony I turned again towards my quarters,
and noticed two handsome boys, evidently aged about fifteen and
thirteen, dressed in a modification of the infantry uniform of the army,
and wearing corporals' chevrons. They stood near the regimental
adjutant, and seemed to be reporting their presence to him.
At breakfast, the adjutant chancing to sit near me, I asked him who the
youthful soldiers were.
"They are the sons of Lieutenant-Colonel Burton, Corporals Frank and
Henry," he replied. "They hold honorary rank, and are attached to
head-quarters, acting as messengers and performing some light clerical
work."
"How do they happen to be in Santa Fé?"
"Mother recently died in the East, and the colonel had them sent here in
charge of a tutor who is to fit them for college, I believe."
Later, on the same day, being desirous of looking over this ancient
Indian and Mexican town, I was making a pedestrian tour of its streets,
and chanced to be opposite San Miguel School in the eastern section
during the pupils' recess. Half a dozen boys were engaged in throwing
the lasso over the posts of the enclosing fence, when suddenly from a
side street appeared the young corporals whom I had seen at reveille.
The Mexican boys instantly greeted them with derisive shouts and jeers.
They called them little Gringos and other opprobrious names, and one

young Mexican threw the loop of his lasso over the smaller corporal's
head and jerked him off his feet. His companions laughed loudly. The
older corporal instantly pulled out his knife and cut the rope. Then the
two brothers stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the crowd, quite ready
to defend themselves. The young Mexicans, gesticulating and shouting,
crowded round the two brothers, and blows appeared imminent.
"Muchachos," suddenly cried a ringing voice from the rear, in Spanish,
"are you not ashamed? A hundred against two!"
A handsome lad forced his way through the crowd, placed himself
beside the two corporals, and faced his young countrymen. Before the
Mexicans recovered from their surprise the bell of San Miguel
summoned them to school. They hurried away, leaving the two
corporals with the young Mexican who had come to their assistance.
"My name is Frank Burton," said the older corporal, extending his hand
to the Mexican, "and this is