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

“They were in the north part of the Chiricahua Mountains, I think. They were moving to a new camp, because of the soldiers.”

“Hah! Was Cochise there?”

“No, sir. He was out and so was Geronimo. It was just the old men and the squaws. Most of the chiefs were in Mexico, on raids.”

“Who is Geronimo?”

“He’s Go-yath-lay, the war chief.”

“How long ago did you run away?”

“Five days, I think.”

“How did you happen to get up here? Did the Tonto have you?”

“No, sir. I was trying to go to Camp Apache.”

“You answer like a soldier, boy. Are you a soldier’s son?”