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(Section Two)
Pioneer history of Arizona, at least
. 1 part of u which relates to the
wild and woolly days around Tomb
stone during the first big gold strike,
was related recently by George A.
Mauk, himself a pioneer of that dis
trict. Mr. Mauk, now of Phoenix,
first went to Tombstone in 1880, and
has been a resident of Arizona since.
Exciting experiences in the lives of
Ed. Schieffelin, founder of Tomb
stone; Dr. Holliday, the linen duster
physician; the Earp boys, hard rid
ing, sure firing officers of the law;
and Frank Leslie, known as Buck
skin Frank; and his partner, Johnny
lean, were related by Mr. Mauk in
his review of events that kept Tomb
stone residents continually on their
toes during the early days.
' Schieffelin Old Honest Ed they
'called hira. in those days was the
man who made the first rich silver
strike in the Tombstone district, Mauk
said. Today, his remains are buried
amid the great granite boulders where
he first camped while making his
Schieffelin had long been, pros
pector around Arizona, but he had
been only moderately successful.
Things were quiet about Tucson, so
Old Honest Ed trekked his way out
onto the desert with the avowed in
tention of "making his fortune."
"You'll find your tombstone, that's
what you'll find," his acquaintances
shouted after him as he plodded along.
But Ed. never, looked back. A great
big strapping westerner he was, Mr.
Mauk said, powerful of build and a
fine looker, with his high hip leather
boots and his red flannel shirt, open
at the neck.
The next heard of Schieffelin was
the news of his rich strike. He called
his camp "Tombstone." When the
news of the strike reached the out
side world, there was a rush to the
field. Almost overnight a city arose.
Then it was that Schieffelin' built
Schieffelin hall, a structure that still
stands in Tombstone as a monument
to the hardy pioneer.
Later, Schieffelin was one of ths
pioneers into Alaska during the great
gold rush in the late 80's, but the cold
weather finally turned him back.
Getting back to Tombstone,- horse
stealing and cattle rustling were every
day occurrences during the early days,
Mauk said. Prominent among the
residents were Dr. Holliday and the
Earp brothers. Stage holdups were
as frequent as paydays. The gold to
pay the workers was usually sent by
stage from Fairbanks.
One holdup in particular was re
called by Mr. Mauk. A the stage
with ita six horses rounded a turn
in the road, one of the two lead horses
was killed from ambush. The ex
press messenger, riding on top of the
stage to guard the payroll, brought
his gun to his shoulder, but before
he had time to open fire he was shot
dead by another member of the am
bush party. He fell across the knees
of the driver.
A man wearing a linen duster, very
similar to the one always worn by
Dr. Holliday, was identified as one of
the bandits. After the robbery had
been completed, the stage continued
to Tombstone. Arriving there, it was
met by JDr. Holliday and one or two
of the Earp boys. The express mes
senger's body -still lay across the
driver's feet where it had fallen.
C. N. Mauk, father of George Mauk,
was then expressman in Tombstone.
Behind closed doors that night and in
a whisper, the stage driver told the
senior Mauk that Dr. Holliday was
one of the robbers. No attempt was
ever made to prosecute him, however.
It was also generally believed in
Tombstone that some of the Earp
boys, although officers, took part in
many of the stage robberies. The
robbery was blamed on the Clanton
boys, notorious bandits in that day.
Three of the Clanton boys were later
killed in a fight with officers in
Tombstone. . .- .
A short time-after this, a stranger
from parts unknown, small of stat
ure, with sharp steely blue eyes and a
manner altogether unbecoming the
times, arrived in Tombstone. He la
ter was to be known as Buckskin
Frank. He gave his name as Frank
Leslie, but through all the years his
identity has never been established.
He was from a good family and pre
sumably had had a college education.
To all appearances. Buckskin Frank
was a man of delicate nature, but Jie
soon established a reputation that
mado him one of the most feared men
in the Tombstone district.
Shortly after his arrival, a dance
was given in Scheffelin ' hall. Buck
skin was one of the dancers. During
the course of the evening he sought
and was granted -a dance with the
wife of one of .the "bad men" of
Tombstone. At that time, however,
he did not know the woman was mar
ried. When the husband learned of
the episode, he invited Leslie into the
street with the avowed intention of
killing him.
Much to the surprise of all guests,
Leslie accepted the invitation. The
crowd parted as he walked from the
building, men and women turning to
one another and sympathizing with
the newcomer.
Hardly had the stranger 'left the
building when two shts were heard.
There was a brief wait and Leslie
walked in. "He's out there if you
want him," he said in a quiet, well
modulated voice. .
His feat in killing the "killer" es
tablished his reputation as a "quick
trigger" artist.
Later. Buckskin killed the notorious
character. "liillie the Kid, not the
original Billie. but the Arizona Billie.
The Kid went to Tombstone for the
avowed purpose of killing Buckskin,
O you youths, Western youths.
So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship,
Plain I see you, Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost,
Pioneers, O Pioneers!
From Nebraska, from Arkansas,
Central inland racs are we, from Missouri, with ths continental blood
intervein'dj ,
All the hands of comrades clasping, all the Southern, all the Northern,
Pioneers, O Pioneers)
' These are of us, they are with us,
All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait
behind ;
We today's procession heading, we the route for travel clearing,
Pioneers, O Pioneersl
Has the night descended?
Was the road of late so toilsome? Did we stop, discouraged, nodding on
our way?
Yet a passing hour I yield you in your tracks to pause oblivious,
Pioneers, O Pioneers!
Till the sound of trumpet.
Far far off the daybreak call harkl how loud nd clear I hear it wind!
Swift! to ths head of the army! Swift! spring to your places,
Pioneers, O Pioneers!
but when they met the Kid was just
a trifle too slow on the draw. Six
shots pertetrated the Kid's abdomen
and a silver dollar would have cov
ered all six wounds, it was said.
Buckskin served as chief of scouts
when Geronimo was captured, and
still later was chief of custom in
spectors and a line rider.
When sober. Buckskin was a dap
per. Inoffensive fellow, but a dead
shot, and held in constant fear by
those who had occasion to be un
friendly toward him. Later in life,
Buckskin shot and killed his wife
and shot a cowboy in his employ dur
ing a drunken orgy on his ranch. He
was sentenced to life imprisonment at
Yuma prison.
After serving four or five years, a
strange woman appeared at the pris
on, sought an interview with the war
den, and later was admitted to Les
lie's cell. She then proceeded to
Phoenix and succeeded in obtaining a
full pardon for Leslie from Governor
Myron McCord.
Only a few years ago Leslie was
seen in San Francisco, where he was
a member of the Union League club.
He was special bodyguard to Sprock
ets and Francis Heney during the
trial of Abe Ruff and Mayor Schmidt
on charges of graft and corruption.
Another prominent character dur
ing 'the early days at Tombstone was
Johnny Dean,- who also had a repu
tation for being a dead shot. Dean
later became a newspaper man and
at one time prepared a special edition
for The Arizona Republican. He was
a partner with Leslie in the ranching
During the war. Dean, then 62 years
old, endeavored to get a commission
for overseas service. After trying
for several months, he was finally
granted an audience by the secretary
of war, who later commissioned him
a captain of cavalry. He went to
camp in Florida and has never been
heard from since. It is believed that
he either was killed overseas or died
of disease.
Forty " years ago Mathew Moss
pulled stakes at his eastern home
and headed for the "Golden West."
The end of his journey landed, him
at the old Silver King mine in 'Ari
zona and he has been a resident of
the state almost continuously since.
Although getting along in years. Mr.
Moss retains much of his youthful
enthusiasm. The wife, Malsietta E.
Moss, came to Arizona In 1883.
Soon after coming to Arizona, Mr.
Moss took employment with John T.
Dennis as driver of the stage between
Phoenix and Fort McDowell. Fort
McDovjell was then a large military
post, maintained to keep peace among
the many warring Indian tribes. It
was during his employment as stage
driver that Captain Chaffee went into
Mexico and brought out a band of
Apache Indians.
Later, Mr. Moss was at Bowie when
General Crook, and later. General
Miles, was after the notorious Apache
Indian chieftain, Geronimo, one of
the most lawless of Indian raiders.
From 1890 to 1895 he was on the
Phoenix experimental farm as fore
man and in this capacity did much
to further agricultural activities in
the Salt River valley.
I am truly sorry that I will be un
able to attend the reunion, but please
give my regards to all the "old cot
ton heads,' " Mr. Moss concluded.
He is now a resident of Miami.
O. S. Wiley, 43 years an Arizonian
and 42 years a resident of Phoenix,
has watched the Arizona metropolis
grow "from a desert crossroads to a
city of 30,000 population," as he ex
plained recently.
Mr. Wiley is one Arizona pioneer
who failed to come in for any of the
thrills of pioneer life on the western
"Watching Phoenix grow has been
my greatest kick," he said. "Possibly
I did not absorb more of the spirit
of the "wild and woolly" because I
was too young to fully appreciate
and realize the dangers eurrunding
us on all sides," be explained.
"But I have got my full share of
thrills in watching Phoenix spring
up, as if by magic. Forty years ago,
not the most optimistic thought that
Phoenix would ever grow to be such
a city, nor did anyone expect that
it would become the capitol of the
"No, there wasn't much here wnen
I first saw Phoenix, possibly a cou
ple of buildings, a few shacks and
a couple of roads. There was a
The following detailed account of
early days In Arizona, and partic
ularly of the district around Will
cox, was prepared for the Pioneers'
edition of The Republican by Mrs.
Lizzie Steele of A jo:
I attended the first public school
in Tucson and also the first in Phoe
nix, my teacher being a Frenchman
named Derochie. Mrs. William and
Mrs. Nerl Osborn, who live in Phoe
nix, were schoolmates of mine. I also
attended the first school at Stafford
on the Gila river, where I lived for
sometime before moving to Willcox
with parents. In 1880. I met my hus
band, Thomas Steele, and we were
married in Tucson the following year,
February 28. 1881.
I was born in Tucson in 1861, my
father being W. H. Kirkland. who
needs no introduction to the pioneers
of this state. With Mr. McKinney
he dug the first canal at Tempe,
which is still known as the "Kirkland
McKinney ditch." This canal also
furnished the power for the old Hay
den flour mill, which, I believe, is
still in operation.
My mother's name was Miss Mis
souri Ann Bacon. She was born in
St. Louis and crossed the plains with
her parents on a journey to Califor
nia. Sickness developed among the
party, which stopped at Tucson,
where she met a fid married my fa
ther, who has often declared in my
hearing that he and my mother were
the first to be married in the Old
Pueblo. I have lived in Arizona con
tinuously all my life, and have raised
a family of six children, three of
whom are still in the state.
After my marriage to Mr. Steele we
made our home on a cattle ranch nine
miles from Willcox at a place calledj
Croton Springs. My nearest neigh
bor lived at what was called "Points
of the Mountain," an old stage station
built by my husband and Mr. McKin
ney in the early seventies. This sta
tion was between Fort Grant and Tres
Alamos, about nine miles from our
Croton Springs ranch.
This is where I had my first Indian
scare. One night in the fall of 1881
a runner was sent out from Willcox to
notify all of the ranchers to go to
Willcox as soon as possible, as a
band of Apaches had left the San
Carlos reservation and were headed
for the Chiricahua mountains through
the Oochise stronghold, leaving . a
bloody trail behind them.
Sameniego's train of wagons from
Tucson was coming through loaded
with government supplies. The train
was attacked by the Indians and one
of the Sameniego brothers was mur
dered along with all of the drivers.
As I remember It, only one man es
caped the massacre. The train was
attacked between Fort Grant and
Eureka Springs.
After committing this terrible
crime the Indians set fire to the
wagons and drove off the stock. This,
however, was not the end of their
bloody work, for they traveled along
and killed everyone they met. My
father and mother were living at the
old stage station and thev had hardlv
got to Willcox when the Indians came
up and killed an old man who had
been living with them. He had
stayed behind to attend to some milk
cows and calves, and his body lay
untouried for two days.
There were two companies of Unit
ed States soldiers waiting at Willcox
for orders from Washington to go aft
er the Indians. The Indians camped
for a day and a night at the station
and destroyed everything they got
their "hands on. After leaving there
they came down to a small range of
mountains back of our ranch where
they - stopped long enough to kill a
calf for milk arid round up some of
our saddle horses, turning loose their
own, which were worn out.
Mr. Steele, myself and the cow
punchers stayed on the roof of the
house watching the savages and ex
pecting to be attacked and murdered
at any minute. But we were well
armed and had enough lead to make
it hot for them for a while at least,
but never expecting to get away
alive, for we were greativ outnum
bered. But, fortunately, they moved
on and did not molest us. I shall
never forget my great feeling of re
lief when those redskins moved on.
In the meantime the United States
soiajers were in town drinking and
gambling and allowing all of these
Indians were a constant menace to
settlers when George T. Tyler locat
ed at' a point on the Little Colorado
river, now known as Woodruff, 41
years ago. He came with his father
and other members of tne family 41
years ago last January. Several oth
er families also made the trip by ox
teams from Utah to the new land
south of the Colorado river.
"We reached our desin-Uion just
two years before the Santa Fe rail
road came west from Albuquerque,
then the western terminal of the
line." Mr. Tyler writes.
"It took three months to make :he
trip overland to Alubuquerque for
mpplles. The Indians caused us con
tant trouble and their thieving hab
its cost hundreds of cattle. Slaying
of ranchers seemed to be a favorite
pastime with the redskins in those
"We were obliged to grind barlev
on a coffee mill to make our bread.
Irrigation was rather a difficult task,
also, for we were obliged to carry
water hv huekets tn ths rr-it t
These fruit trees were planted from
seeds and pits brought with us from
god deal of sagebrush and mesquite,
though. In those days anyone that
could look out upon the broad ex
panse of termain and predict any
thing very encouraging for the city
or valley was indeed an optimist
or probably it would be better to say
that he was a dreamer, a builder of
air castles. The only thing of the
old Phoenix- that still remains is
the spirit to do things, the spirit to
make Phoenix 'a bigger and better
place to live in.' "
Mr. Wiley came to Arizona as a
boy, making the trip overland with
his parents. The old family home
was in Kansas, but the possibilitie.s
of the west, with its rich farming
lands and mineral belts, prompted
the parents to "pull stakes" and start
overland for Arizona.
The trip from Kansas was made
with ox teams, there being several
other members of the party. The
identity of the other members is not
now known to Mr. Wily.
Mr. and Mrs. Wiley, with their little
son, first located in Presoott, where
tliey remained for a year. They then
came to Phoenix, and the son, O. S.
Wiley, has been a resident of this
city ever since
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This view is looking cast from First avenue. The street car was drawn by s mills in those days. Ths lins
ran from Seventh street to the capitol and down Sevan th strsst to ths depot.
Thrilling Experience Moving
From Phoenix to Globe in 1883
Moviijg from Phoenix to Globe in,
the year 1S83 was a thrilling experi
ence for Mrs. R. A. Windes of Tempe,
who gives the following interesting
account: .
"In the spring of 1SS3 the nature of
our work required that we move from
Phoenix to Globe. Inquiry brought
the Information that there were two
ways to get to Globe one around by
Florence and the other by way of Mc
Dowell and Reno pass.
"As we had to move our household
goods we had engaged a freighter
with two wagons and eight strong
horses as means of transportation, and
after consultation with him we de
cided upon the Reno route.
"I do not remember the name of
this man. He said he was called
Windy Bill because of the many un
believable yarns he told. He .was a
professional freighter, and on this
basis we were disposed to credit his
assertion that he knew all about the
road and would see us safely over it.
"We departed from Phoenix on a
beautiful April morning, with our
household eftects stowed in the first
and second wagons, and the family,
consisting of my husband, three chil
dren and myself, together with our
camping outfit, in a light spring
wagon coupled onto the rear of the
freight wagon. All eight horses were
hitched to the front. Windy Bill led
the procession on his wheeler, the
swamper sat in the second wagon,
and we serenely brought up the rear.
"The second morning out we reach
ed the Verde river near Fort McDow
ell. The stream seemed full, but we
trusted the freighter's judgment and
were not alarmed when we plunged
in. Part way over we realized the
water was rising rapidly, and that
we must cross quickly or suffer
something worse than a wetting. Be
ing Baptists, we didn't mind getting
wet, but being swept down the river
and possibly drowned was quite an
other thing. To add to our alarm, the
horses stopped in midstream and re
fused to go. But Windy Bill was
equal to the occasion. He had pre
viously told us that his horses would
not pull their best unless he swore at
them. Now he began to apply the
whip and to shout the most terrible
oaths imaginuble. The horses, recog
nizing this as the proper signal, got
down to business and pulled us safely
"All that day we journeyed through
beautiful hills and canons, camped
that night under a cloudless sky, and
Some Early Days in Tucson as
Recalled by Charles Shaffer
Charles Schaffer of Florence has
prepared . the following account of
the early days In Tucson and the
building of the first railroad below
the international line:
I came to Tucson a short t!me aft
er the Southern Pacific railroad got
there. I do not remember whether
it was in 18T9 or 1880. I was not yet
15 years old.
I worked a short time as printer's
"devil" and office boy for the Tucson
Star, then owned by L. C. Hughes.
I used to sell parers about an hour
every morning and went fifty-fifty
with Hughes son John on the pro
ceeds. The paper was printed on an
"armstrong" press, which recilved its
power from the strong back of a
I also worked for Tom Mills' fa
ther herding calves. Tom is an of
ficer now In Tucson.
The Palace hotel was the bst
hotel in Tucson at that time. It was
about the only two story building in
Tucson that I can rememtvsr. It was
still there on Meyer street somj 12
years ago, b t was turned into a
cheap lodging house. It had not
changed in appearance, and I wen,
upstairs on my last visit and things
looked so natural that I looked lor
a barrel that ttood in one corner 85
years before. The reason for this
was, I saw in this barrel, placed to
catch rain water, the irst centipede
I ever saw, and I did not know what
it was until I was told.
I went from Tucson to Hermosillo,
Sonora, Mexico, in a wagon by the
way of Altar. I went with a Greek
who was married to a French wom
an. I had worked for them In Tuc
son at their restaurant there. It was
the Union restaurant. We had quite
a trip. A short time after we had
arrived at Hermosillo I took sick
with a fever and was put in the hos
pital. My friends thought I was go
ing to die and they did not like the
country, so they came back to the
United SKites.
I sot well and went to work with
a surveying party that was locating
the Sonora railroad. The tracklay
ing ha.l jut started from Guaymas.
The rails and tias came in by water
to that port. The last spike, a silver
one, that connected the Sonora with
the New Mexico and Arizona rail
road at Nogales, was driven by Mrs.
Morely, wife of the chief engineer of
the Sonoii railway. This was in
The niRht before the last spike
wns driven, John Brickwood killed
Barry Sutton, who was the first man
to le kiled in Nogales. Sutton had
.been cooking for our surveying out
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reacer Reno pass next morning. As
we halted an gazed downward we re
alized that the road below, leading
along the mountainside was a steep
and narrow bed of loose rocks and
great boulders obstructing passage.
We plunged down a precipitous in
cline, the horses scrambling for a
foothold and all three wagons lurch
ing, jerking and lumbering along be
hind them. As our light wagon pitch
ed forward it gave such a violent
lurch that some cups and saucers
in the lunch box at our feet Jumped
over the dashboard and broke into
smithereens on ,the rocks below. A
rocking chair lashed to the rear of
the wagon, tore loose and also land
ed on. the rocks.
' "After this we halted to ascertain
the damage. Making another start
we had progressed but a few feet
when something broke. Another stop
and start and he fore wheels were
jammed between two boulders. The
men worked and pried until we were
free but we would only proceed a
few feet until boulders would again
clog our way. The children and I
had to abandon our light conveyonce
and try to walk. Scrambling and
stumbling we made our way down,
but it soon proved to much for me.
I could not go on. By this time our
light wagon had been so badly dam
aged that the swamper and my hus
band were bringing It down by hand.
Finding me so exhausted they put
the little ones and myself into it and
drew us along.
"All day long the men fought their
way down that awful road and at
sundown came to a place where the
canon widened out, the rocks grew
scarcer and we found room to camp.
We had journeyed all day and had
come about two and one-half miles.
"Next day we finished our descent
of the pass and were plodding peace
fully along the Salt River valley
when we met some parties who told
us that the San Carlos Apaches were
out on the warpath and we were in
danger of being murdered before we
got to Globe. This proved to be a
false alarm and we finally got to
Globe, as Windy Bill had predicted
all safe and sound.
"It was noon when we puled into
town. We went to a restaurant for
dinner. A slender young man watt
ed on us. Though we did not know it
at that time, this young man was
destined to play an important part
In our affairs of state. His name was
George W. P. Hunt.
fit. I helped to stake out the town
of Nogales and then I went back tc
Guaymas. I worked about 10 yeart
on that railroad.
In 1S87, I was section boss at the
Torres station. On May 3, that year,
we felt two severe earthquake shocs
and a large peak of the Cbevato
mountains toppled over and we al!
thought It was a volcano from the
cloud of dust which arose and which
was plainly visible, although it was
15 miles away. That same year
the Sonora railroad had Its first, ana
I guess Its only train robbery, per
petrated by a band of four or five
men. The robbers killed the con
ductor and fireman and wounded the
express messenger and one passengei
and ohly got 26 Mexican dollars. J. J.
Taylor was the chief of the robbers
Everyone except one Mexican boy
paid for the crime with his life.
Taylor, who was well known In No
gales, lost his hat at the scene o
the robbery, which was perpetrated
at night at Agua Sarca, 12 miles be
low Nogales. The hat was found and
Identified and he was taken before
the wounded men at the hospita
In Nogales and recognized by one ol
the patients as the man who had
shot him. He was turned over tc
the Mexican authorities and was sho;
later at Guaymas.
Captain Mix of Douglas, I believe
was on the train that was held up
Mix was agent for the Trinidad Mln
ing company of Sonora, and had an
office at Torres and had a bookkeep
er by the name of Tom Hughes work
ing for him there.
o :
Big hearted men typified the spirit
of the "Real West" when C. A. Mas
sie. now a resident of Los Angeles,
came to Phoenix in November. 1S&3.
"All the streets were lined with
cottonwoods and the Indians were
wearing geestrings when I reached
Phoenix on that beautiful autumn
day," Mr. Massie writes. "Almost
every man carried his gun by his
side, ready for quick action in any
"CaVtus was grow ing up in the town
canal very near to the small village
and from Third avenue west the
desert reigned supreme in all its
glory. I mu."t say that it was truiy
the wild and woolly west at that
time, but a man never found a lot of
Apache Indians were merely bush
wackers, and banditry was ihe ex
ception that proved the rule of peace
and quietude in uie early days of
ArUona history, George Hamlin, a
veteran of 63 winters and summers,
said recently in his reminiscences of
pioneer days. Mr. Hamlin, an Ari
zonian since 1867, now lives at 1139
East Monroe street? Phoenix.
It took Mr. Hamlin and his party
more than a year to make the cross
continent trip from New York state
to Arizona with their teams. They
left their native haunts soon after
the close of the civil war and started
overland for the "new lands." The
party, or what was left of the party,
reached Prescott in 1867.
"Our greatest thrills of pioneer life
were encountered in dur trip west
ward," Mr. Hamlin SRid. "First of
all, the Navajos slipped up on us one
night while we were camped by the
Little Colorado and stole practically
all of our stock, including our horses.
We were obliged to finish our trip to
Prescott as best we could, and thus
the journey became burdensome, es
pecially to the women.
"The biggest thrill of all." he said,
"was our encounter with a band of
murderous Apache Indians probably
one of the Geronimo tribes. Before
we had worked our way through the
Apache infested district we had left
12 members of our party dead oi the
skirmish fields. Among those kild
were Ed. Wonders and Steve Phimp.
"But the pioneer seldom worried
through fear of an attack by the
Apache. He was not that kind of an
Indian. He was a busbwacker. He
got behind a tree or under brush
and waylaid the traveler. He didn't
fight in the open and he didn't fight
unless things were 90 per cent in his
"His favorite pastime was ambush
ing. But he was a poor fighter at
best, his chief forte being his abil
ity to 'take to his heels' whenever
he began to lose his grasp.
"The Apache was a great menace
when traveling in the opes country.
especially to the individual traveler.
He was bloodthirsty, but not suffi
ciently bloodthirsty to risk his own
neck to achieve his aims.
"On one occasion we came across
the bodies of seven white men on the
trail between Camp Verde and Pres
cott. Every time the Indians killed
a white man they got guns and am
munition and gradually they rep'aced
he bow and arrow as the Indian's
weapon. .
"At first their efforts with rifles
ind revolvers were laughable. But
they finally became excellent marks
men and highly proficient in the use
of all kinds of firearms.
"Following a series of atrocious
crimes by the Iridians, a party of
Prescott men organized and went
Apache hunting.' I was a member
of the party. For 16 weeks we re
mained in the field, but we never
got close enough to an Apache to do
him any harm."
In 1878. news of the big silver
strikes in the Tombstone distrrrt
reached Prescott and many of the
pioneers started for the new field,
amonp them Mr. Hamlin.
"But when I reached the Salt River
valley and found things so green
and nice and homey looking, I de-
bigger hearted men anywhere on the
globe," he continues.
"It used to be quite an event to
watch the big prairie schooners as
they were then called, pull Into town
from the mines and from Maricopa,
the nearest railroad point, loaded
with groceries, hardware and other
necessities. Everything used at home
and on the farm or in the mines was
hauled 28 miles by wagon. There
was lots of money those days and
people were not afraid to spend it.
But that is, oh. so long ago:" he con
cluded. Mr. Massie is now located on a
two acre ranch near Los Angeles,
where he is enjoying life in the au
tumn years.
One of ins freighting outfits shown in tnis picture was owned by C. W. Stevens, who now is owner of a
corral at Fourth avenue and Madison street. Phoenix. Fred Holler owned the other freighter. These two
freighting outfits operated between Cass Grande, Picket Post and Silver King back in the SO's The picture was
taken at the Queen Creek station, not far from the present town of Superior.
Fear Was Unknown to Brave Men
And Women Pioneers of Arizona
Civilizalion, so-called. brought'
crime to the Salt River valley. Twen
tieth century ideas were merely the
vanguard of debauchery. Only pio
neers of Arizona lived in quiet, peace
ful surroundings, unmindful of the
stranger's moves, unfearful of life or
These are the views of one of the
valley's oldest pioneers, Mrs. C. H.
Gray, 62 years an Arizonian. All
throughout this period Mrs. Gray has
lived on the same ranch, where her
husband, the late Col. C. H. Gray,
first settled, August 18, 186S. The
ranch, now comprising 10 acres of
an original 160 acre tract. Is located
on South Seventh avenue near the
"The spirit of the great outdoors
prevailed in pioneer days," Mrs. Gray
said. "Fear was unknown to the
hardy men and women who came
from their eastern or southern homes
to settle in the new land it was un
known because there was nothing to
"There were no human objects
slouching in the darkness those days,
ready to pounce upon the unsuspect
ing victim. Our homes were as open
as the great outdoors: the stranger
was anwelcomed guest. Murder and
plunder were the exception.
"Women, unafraid, were left alone
nights, while the husbands journeyed
for provisions. They slept with their
doors unlocked, confident that no
bodily rm would be done them.
"It's not like that nowadays. When
we leave our homes for even a few
minutes, we must carefully lock our
doors and windows, put our tools
under lock and key and secret every
thing of value. To do otherwise
would be an open invitation to the
Mrs. Gray comes from a family of
pioneers. Her father, the late James
M. Norris, was one of the first set
tlers of Arkansas, reaching this state
in 1842. His father, James Norris,
was also a pioneer settler of Georgia
some years previous.
Four years after her father settled
in Arkansas, Mrs. Gray first saw
the light of day. That was May 17,
1846. Her home then is now the cen
ter of great excitement in. Arkansas,
due to a recent oil strike.
Twenty-two years later, Mr. and
Mrs. C. M. Gray, Mr. Gray's brother.
J. H. Gray, his wife and one child.
Capt. D. C. Howard, a Confederate
veteran, his wife, and B. F. Patter
son, his wife and two children, set
out from their Arkansas homes for
California. Locomotion for the trip
was provided by several Arkansas
Reaching Texas, tne party was
oblige to wait several days until
scouts could report more favorable
conditions along the trail. Numerous
murders by Indians had been report
ed and all overland travelers were
warned against travel until conditions
became more settled.
After a stay of nearly a month in
Collin county, Texas, the Arkansas
party, supplemented by several Tex
ans, proceeds westward. Although
rumors of Indian activities were cur
rent during the entire trip, the party
did not see a sign of an Indian until
after they left Maricopa station and
passed through settlements of Marl
copa and Pima Indians, both tribes
being very friendly to the whites.
"The Texas people wanted s to
sell our mules and huy oxen for the
trip," Mrs. Gray said. "I never heard
of such foolishness attempting to
make such a hard trip with oxen
Born in Prescott in 1S63. R. J.
Holmes Jr. continues to make his
home in Arizona. He has lived con
tinuously in Phoenix since 1889.
It was largely through the sug
gestion of R. J. Holmes Jr, that The
Republican launched its Pioneer cel
ebration. He is credited with origi
nating the Idea of bringing all the
old-timers together in one big meet
ing. Life for a youngster in the early
days had many disadvantages. Mr.
Holmes was 10 years old before there
was any public school in Prescott
for him to attend.
The first school in Prescott was
presided over by M. H. Sherman,
present president and large stock
holder in the Phoenix Street Railway
Although struggling Indian hands
were making invasion in the vicinity
of Prescott during the time that Mr.
Holmes was In his teens, he does'
not boast of any fights with the red-!
"The last marauding Indian band
cided that this would be my stop
ping place I had come to the rain
bow's end," Mr. Hamlin said re
cently. At that time, he said, there was
only one house in Phoenix, and that
an' adobe structure located on the
present site of the -city water works.
Work was just then starting on the
Grand canal, he declared.
Mr. Hamlin is a Civil war ?eteran.
casting his lot with the Union forces
soon after the outbreak of the war
He served originally with the 12Sth
New York volunteers and on re-enlistment
was assigned, to the 8th New
York artillery. For several months
he served as color sergeant of the
8th New York artillery. His service
In the war extended over a period of
nearly four years.
when we had mules. Many times
during the trip we passed ox teart
and were obliged to stare at them ttf J
see if they were making any prog
ress. Mules for mine, every time,"
she added.
Just six months to the day aftet
leaving Arkansas ths party reached
the Salt River valley.
We had started for California,
but when we saw this wonderful val
ley, so green and pretty, we decided,
thout a second thought, that w
w ould 'start up Salt river.' Our jour
ney was ended. I don't believe-1
ever saw a prettier place in all
life. The grass was such a deep,
rich green, and everything had such
a healthy appearance; it sure war
wonderful contrast to the purple
gray of the desert that had greeted
our eyes for so many months."
At that time tiiere were just two
white families in the immediate
Phoenix community, Mrs. Gray said.
Jeff Adams was one of the settlera
At that time Jeff was only a young
There were no houses in or around
Phoenix at that 'time, although a few
sheds had been constructed by tha
pioneers. Mr. Gray took up a 160
acre tract on what is now South
Seventh avenue and later acquired
320 acres adjoining. All of this prop
erty has since been disposed of ex
cept 10 acres, . where the original
home was constructed. ! .
At that time, Tom Scott was mak
ing arrangements to run a railroad
through the valley. Under terms with
the government, he was to receivt '
every odd , section for a distance oi
40 miles on each side of the right-of-way
as a land grant. For that rea
son, homesteading was hazardous,
Mrs. Gray said. Sometime later,
however, Mr. Gray succeeded in get
ting clear title to the land.
He mmediately constructed an
adobe house, shaped in the form jl
an L. Apaches stole many horses in
those days, so Mr. Gray later lormeo
out a mesquite square about his
adobe home, keeping his stock with
in the square.
Apaches seldom caused settlers any
trouble, she said, although on one oc
casion they visited a settler across
the street, stealing several horses.
But their incursions to the valley
were seldom. It was considered an
extremely hazardous trip to Camel
Back then, however.
Thirty years ago, Mr. Gray bnill
the present Gray homo on the orig
inal homesite. It is large brick
structure, fashioned after southern
architecture. It is roomy in the ex
treme and so planned as to permit
the greatest air circulation.
It remained for civilization to bring
the first visit of crime to the doors
of the Gray home, Mrs. Gray said.
Although horse stealing was the com-,
mon practice In the old days, not
once during Mr. Gray's lifetime did
the family lose a horse by theft.
Early in January, however, Mrs.
Gray's driving mare was stolen from
her pasture. Just a short time prior
to that burglars entered her home
during her absence and ransacked
the house from cellar to garret.
"Apache Indians were our only
menace during the pioneer days and
they were in the mountains, several
miles away." she said.' "Nowadays.
th thicvea and murderers are in our
verv midst, hobnobbing with us. Our
neighbors may be plunderers.
know not where to look to be on the
safe side," she concluded.
that I remember crossed the Ver3
early in the '80 s, killed several peo
ple in Pleasant valley and were .
frightened out of that section by tht s
government soldiers. I do not rej
mK,v anv wnrrinff Indians com-
ing west of the Verde river after
that," he said. "Of course, gol
many reports of Invasions made by
them in the southern part of the
state. Down there they had the pro
tection of the Mexicaji line whenever
they were too closely pursued by th
government troops."
Settling In Phoenix in 1SS. Mr.
Holmes went first into the cattle
business and then into a partnership
with B. Heyman, conducting the first
furniture store in this city. It occu
pied an entire building located hen
the Berryhlll book store now standi
About 20 years ago he became ca
nectcd with the Wakelin Grocery
company, the first Phoenix firm U:
denl exclusively in wholesale gro
ceries. It was later takes over by
the present firm of Haas & Barueb
for whom Mr. Holmes now travels. ;
Touching upon the methods of war
fare pioneers used to defend them
selves from the Indians. Mr. Holmes
traced the evolution of the modem
rifle. The original muzzle loaders in
extensive tise here for many years,
were replaced by Sharpe's rifles,
known as the Old Buffalo gun. They
were cumbersome affairs, weighing
from 12 to 16 pounds. They were fol
lowed by the Henry rifle, a small
bore and a short ranrre gun which
then gave way in popularity to the
King's Improved rifle which used a.
rim fire cartridge. About this time
the Colts six shooter, using cart
ridges, appeared on the market. Un
til these two guns arrived the old
cap and ball was the only ammu
nition used. A near approach to the
modern Ion: range rifle was ths
Model 73 Winchester, a 44 caliber
center fire gun which attained great
"Springfield rifles were issued to
the Indians by the government, to
gether with a limited amount of am
munition for the purpose of hunt
ing game." Mr. Holmes said, and told
how the Indians would substitute
their arrows for the cartridges in .
hunting game. "They would save
their rations of cartridges through
out the winter and then use them to
raid settlements of white people in
the spring," Mr. Holmes said.
R. J. Holmes is the son of R. J.
Holmes Sr., who came to Arizona in

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