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LIFE AMONG THE APACHES.

most popular officer in the "Column from California." The Doctor and myself had long been acquainted, and I was proud to have the privilege of showing him some little attention; but his visit came near being attended with fatal results, to him at least. When we left Albuquerque for the Bosque Redondo, Gen. Carleton supplied us with five semi-civilized Indians from a town about eighteen miles distant from Santa Fé, the name of which has escaped my memory. The chief of the tribe was named Don Carlos, a man about fifty-five years of age short, thick-set and resolute. He had visited Washington, New York, Philadelphia, and other Eastern cities, and had an exalted opinion of the American people. Dr. McNulty, learning that wild turkeys abounded in the immediate vicinity, determined to go on a hunt for some of those delicate birds, and took one of Don Carlos' Indians as a guide. As the distance to be traveled was not more than a mile and a half, they waited until within half an hour of sundown, and then repaired to the roosting place. The birds were fast gathering upon the tree, and the Doctor determined to wait a little until they got quiet, when he perceived that a band of hostile Indians were as eagerly watching him as he the turkeys. His guide also became cognizant of the fact about the same time, and both turned their horses to recross the river and gain our side for, be it known, that the banks of the Pecos are from ten to twenty-five feet perpendicular descent, and that crossings are only found at rare intervals and the Doctor, having crossed, was compelled to seek the same ford for his return. The Apaches, for they were of that tribe, perceiving his intention, made a bold and concerted effort to cut him off, but the Doctor succeeded in foiling their plan, and returned safely to camp much faster