The Wounded Herder--A Successful Pursuit--An Atrocious Plot--How it
was Frustrated--Gratitude of the Gentlemen Whom Carson was the Means of
Saving From Death.
Carson returned to his ranche where he spent the winter. One day in
spring a wounded herder managed to reach the place with the news that
he and his companion, stationed a few miles away, had been attacked by
Apaches, who wounded both, and ran off all the horses and mules.
A squad of ten dragoons and a sergeant were on guard near Carson's
ranche. They and three settlers, including Carson, started at once in
pursuit. It was so late in the day that when they came to the place
where the outrage had been committed, it was dark and they went into
camp; but they were astir at the earliest dawn, and soon striking the
trail of the thieves, put their animals to a keen gallop. Some twenty
miles further, the Apaches were described a long distance away. As it
was upon the open prairie the contest at once resolved itself into an
open chase.
It was no time to spare the animals, whose rapid gait was increased
until it became a killing pace. The pursuers were steadily gaining, when
four of their horses succumbed and their riders, much to their chagrin,
were shut out from the impending fray. The others had no time to stop:
they could simply shout goodbye to them and spur their steeds to
greater exertions. Fortunately the pursuers were better mounted than the
fugitives who numbered a full score. With a bravery characteristic
of their tribe, they clung to their stolen property, preferring to be
overtaken and forced into a fight rather than abandon it.
As soon as the parties were within rifle range, the battle began
and became of the most exciting character. The Apaches were splendid
horsemen and displayed great skill. They threw themselves on the far
side of their steeds, firing from under the neck, and keeping their
bodies so well concealed that it was a difficult task to bring them
down.
But the white men were accustomed to that sort of work, and the Apaches
learned a lesson they never forgot. Five of their best warriors were
killed, several badly wounded and nearly all the animals recaptured. Kit
Carson directed every movement of his men and to that fact their great
success was due.
The mountaineer was favored with prosperous times on his ranche. He and
a companion drove fifty head of mules and horses to Fort Laramie,
where they were disposed of at a liberal profit. The round journey of
a thousand miles was attended with much danger, but it was accomplished
without mishap.
He reached home just in time to learn that the Apaches had visited the
little settlement and run off all the animals. But as enough soldiers
were within call, a pursuit was soon organized and very nearly all the
stock was recovered.
Some months later an officer of the United States Army in Taos learned
of a most atrocious plot that was on foot. Two wealthy gentlemen,
travelling leisurely through that section of the country, had engaged an
American named Fox to hire enough men to escort them across the plains.
This Fox was one of the most conscienceless wretches and desperadoes
that ever lived. He formed a scheme to murder the two gentlemen at a
certain point on the plains and to divide their money among him and his
companions. Those whom he secured were taken into his confidence and
agreed to the crime before hand.
Among those to whom he applied was a miscreant in Taos, who, for some
reason, refused to go with him. However, he kept the secret until
sure the entire party were so far out on the plains that nothing could
prevent the perpetration of the crime. He then told it to several
associates, one of whom made it known to the officer of whom we have
spoken.
This gentleman was horrified, and uncertain what could be done, if
indeed he could do anything, hastened to Kit Carson, to whom he made
known the story. The mountaineer listened eagerly, and, as soon as he
grasped the whole plot, declared there was reason to believe it was not
too late to frustrate it. With that wonderful intuition which was such a
marked characteristic of his nature, he fixed upon the very place where
it had been decided the crime was to be committed. Knowing the entire
route, it was easy to determine the spot most likely to be selected,
which was more than two hundred miles distant. Instead, therefore, of
following the trail, he struck directly across the open prairie by the
most direct course to his destination.
Ten finely mounted dragoons accompanied, all ready for any deed of
daring. The route led through a country where the Indians were very
hostile, but they were avoided with little difficulty. The second night
out, they came upon the encampment of a detachment of United States
troops, whose captain volunteered to take twenty of his soldiers and
help bring the desperadoes to justice.
The expedition was a complete success. They overtook the party at the
very spot fixed upon, and Fox was arrested before he suspected the
business of the strangers in camp. When the overthrow of the wretches
was complete, the gentlemen were told the story. They were speechless
for a moment and could not believe it; but the proof was complete, and
they turned pale at the thought of the fate they had escaped.
Their gratitude was unbounded. Taking the hand of Carson they begged him
to name some reward he would accept, but the mountaineer shook his head.
"I am more than repaid in being able to help frustrate such a crime as
was contemplated; I cannot think of accepting anything of the kind you
name."
The gentlemen, however, could not forget that under heaven, they owed
their lives to Kit Carson. The following spring a couple of splendid
revolvers arrived at the mountaineer's ranche addressed to him.
Beautifully engraved on them were a few sentences expressive of the
feelings of the donors and the special occasion which called forth the
gift.
It is easy to understand how much more acceptable such an
acknowledgement was to Kit Carson than any sum of money could have been.
Fox was lodged in jail, but though there was no doubt of his guilt in
the minds of every one, yet the meditated crime was so difficult to
establish that ultimately he was set free.