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officer at Whipple, and the 'plot' was nipped in the bud. Benedict immediately left for Tucson, and soon afterwards took up a ranch on the Sonoita. One day, while plowing with a rifle strapped on his plowhandles, he was attacked by Apaches. Securing his rifle, and from the shallow breastwork of the furrow, though desperately wounded, he put up so hard a fight that the Apaches finally left him. He survived for a time, though he never fully recovered, and finally died from his wounds.
“In regard to Captain Pauline Weaver: Very little was known about Captain Weaver. He had lived with the Yumas, Apache-Yumas, Mohaves, Apache-Mohaves and other tribes of Apaches since 1841. He was very uncommunicative and stoical; more Indian than white. I first met Weaver in 1864, at which time he was along in years. He soon after became a pensioner of the military and at Camp Verde was taken down sick, but strenuously opposed going into the hospital, declaring he could not live or breathe in a house. Before he took sick Weaver lived in a camp north of the post, perhaps a half mile or more away, and when found sick the commanding officer ordered a party of soldiers to take a tent and erect it over the sick man. Even this was objected to by the old man, but he was too sick to do more than object. Here he died and was buried by the military; and thus ended the career of this peculiar and mysterious character. It was generally believed that Weaver had been an officer in the army at one time, but nothing of a certainty was ever known.”
The Walker expedition was followed in rapid succession by others. General Carleton as be
fore stated sent an expedition to Arizona to take possession of the country and to establish a military post in the neighborhood of the Walker party. Of this expedition, Mr. Banta says:
“This military expedition comprised sixty bull teams, six mule teams and three ambulances. The wagons were loaded at Fort Union with commissary and quartermaster supplies, the outfit pulled out of Union on October 5th, 1863, with orders to rendezvous at Old Fort Wingate. The real start was made from Fort Wingate, and the expedition as a whole was composed of two companies of California Volunteers—'F' and 'C' First Regiment,-also Capt. Pishon and a part of his company. The officers were Major Willis, Captains Benson and Hargrave, Lieuts. Nelson and Pomeroy. Dr. Lieb and wife also accompanied the expedition. I had joined the expedition at Albuquerque in the humble capacity of bullwhacker. We reached Chino Valley and established Fort Whipple there on the 21st day of December, 1863. Soon after Governor John N. Goodwin and party arrived at the post and established the temporary capital of the Territory at Whipple. Secretary R. C. McCormick had brought out a small printing outfit and started the “Arizona Miner, a monthly publication. T. E. Hand came out to run the thing. I helped to get out the first issues of the paper.
“Some time in April (1864), Governor Goodwin selected the town site, which was surveyed by Col. Bob Groom and Van C. Smith, and afterwards named Prescott. Previous to this the placer miners on Granite Creek had become public spirited,' took a day off, held a meeting,
and dubbed their camp 'Goodwin,' in honor of the Governor. The Goodwinites' endeavored to persuade the Governor to locate his capital in their city,' but he decided in favor of the site where Prescott now stands. After the survey the Governor's outfit moved up to the new townsite. Fort Whipple was moved up, and the old camp at Chino Valley was renamed 'Camp Clark,' in honor of Surveyor-General Clark of New Mexico. Before the selection of the townsite, the miners camped on some high ground north of Sam Miller's ranch; of course, there was no ranch there at that time. In this camp was Charley Mason, Sugar-Foot Jack, myself, and many more. Sugar-Foot was an English convict from Van Diemen's Land. He had escaped and made his way to California where he enlisted in the California Volunteers, but was discharged for thievery. Jack came out as a bullwhacker. The rascal was as brave as a lion, even if he was a notorious thief. On one occasion, George Goodhue, from Lexington, Mo., and three other fellows from Colorado, were over towards Granite Mountain on a prospecting trip, and, on their return to Prescott, were attacked by Apaches, and at the first fire Goodhue fell dead and the three Colorado fellows fled. Jack made a fight alone, and with his two six-shooters he whipped the Indians. Our brave (?) boys from Colorado reached Prescott, and reported they had a hard fight with the redskins and that Goodhue and Sugar-Foot were killed. In five minutes, a party was on the way to the scene of the fight, where they found Jack smoking his pipe by the dead body of George.
“Loren Jenks had the first hay contract for Whipple after its removal to its present site. 'Poker' Johnson took a sub-contract and established a hay camp below the rocks.' At this time I was employed by ‘Poker,' (after I herded stock for R. È. Farrington all winter at $7.50 per month), to scout about the camp and look out for Apaches, at $75.00 per month. The bay was cut with hoes, and at that sort of work the men could not keep an eye out for reds. The late John H. Behan-my partner and chum—was here cutting hay, also a Mr. Giles and others, besides a number of Mexicans. This was in July, 1864, and while in this camp, the first election was held and Giles was elected to the First Legislative Assembly. I, of course, did not vote, as I was not of legal age, but cast my first vote in 1866.
“One Sunday a hay-cutter named Henson was out not far from the camp, perhaps a quarter of a mile, where he was jumped by Apaches, and killed one with his pistol. The shot was heard in camp, and when he came in, the boys asked what he had shot at. He said, 'I shot an Apache; he fell, and I think I killed him.' A few days afterwards I was over the same ground and, seeing some buzzards flying around there, I made an examination and found the dead Indian. Speaking of Apaches, when I was herding for Farrington, sometimes I carried an old Dragoon holster pistol, loaded to the muzzle with powder and ball. This I carried in my hand, muzzle down. One day I got sight of three Apaches, making off with three burros. I started for them, and they turned up a canyon. To head them off, I cut across the small mountain. When I reached the top, the Apaches had left the burros in the can
yon and were hiking for Granite mountain. The funny part about this thing was that a day or two afterwards I was in the 'rocks' and met a mountain lion. The brute was not more than twenty feet away with his head towards me, waving his tail back and forth. To make a sure shot, I knelt down to rest the pistol on my knee. I pulled the trigger and the pesky thing snapped. I examined it, and found no load in it. I had been hunting Indians and mountain lions with an empty gun. Many times I lit my pipe at Indian fires while herding the stock. Back of our camp was a small volcanic butte. At night the Apaches would go there and look down upon our camp. I saw their tracks there on several occasions, and made up my mind that I would do some night work too. One night, without saying a word to anyone of my intentions, I took my rifle, an old muzzle-loading squirrel gun, and went up to the top of the butte. In due time the Apaches came. There was no moon, and I had to shoot at random, and those reds were badly frightened, if
“After the hay was ‘dug' Charley Beach had the contract to haul it to Whipple. The bullwhackers were Berry Dodson, Dave and Sam Smiley, Charley Washburn, John H. Behan, Dan White, and C. A. Franklin. In the summer of 1864, Jim Fine and Ely Pulteney located and built a little rock cabin above the rocks.' After we had finished hauling the hay, Beach had the teams taken to the Fine-Pulteney cabin. A corral of cottonwood poles was built about the cabin. The bars of the corral were stuck through holes in the cabin near the corner next to the door, and at night a log chain was wound around