General Crook and the Fighting Apaches / Treating Also of the Part Borne by Jimmie Dunn in the days, 1871-1886, When With Soldiers and Pack-trains and Indian Scouts, but Employing the Stronger Weapons of Kindness, Firmness and Honesty, the Gray Fox Worked Hard to the End That the White Men and the Red Men in the Southwest as in the Northwest Might Better Understand One Another

by Edwin L. Sabin

The head chief spoke abruptly.

“You ’Pache now. Ugashé (U-gah-shay)—go!”

Jimmie knew that he was dismissed, and he turned away. He was faint in the stomach and weak in the knees, and he had no place in particular to go, until he saw the Mexican boy captive sitting in the sun, with his feet under him and his shanks high. Jimmie seized upon the opportunity to talk with him, at last.

“What is your name?” he asked, squatting beside him. All Americans in southern Arizona could speak some Spanish; Mexican-Spanish was as common as English.

“Maria Jilda Grijalba (Maree-ah Heel-dah Gree-hal-bah).”

“Where did you live?”

“In Sonora” (which was in Mexico). “Where did you live?”

“Camp Grant—American fort, Arizona.”

“How far?”

Jimmie shrugged his shoulders.