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Volume 1 - Number 8 |
by Peru It is now twelve years since the writer of this, broken in health and fortune, caught the first glimpse of San Saba town. Coming from Louisiana to Marshall, the terminus of the Southern Pacific Railroad, he bought a pony and a map, made for San Saba, some four hundred miles distant, his objective point; traveled roads when he found them and a south-westerly course when he couldnt, till at length, worn out with sickness and fatigue he reached San Saba. The Camels of Camp Verde |
by Ira Kennedy From a rock shelter halfway up the north face of the bald granite mountain the old Kiowa saw them as they rode in from the northwest. He determined they were four loud and careless young Comanche warriors. He had observed them for the better part of a day as they followed the Pinta Trail to a landmark called Cerro de Santiago, Hill of the Sacred One. The old man was a Kiowa-Apache shaman and he knew better than to disturb Gahe, the mountain spirit, without great cause. Yet the young Comanches with their horses and their wild nature approached the sacred spot mindless and ignorant of the consequences. |