Road Projects Under Construction

DECEMBER, 1935. ARIZONA HIGHWAYS Road Projects Under Construction in Arizona DISTRICT NO. 1 G. B. Shaffer, District Engineer

Pearson and Dickerson have completed contract for grading, draining and placing aggregate base course on approximately five miles of highway, beginning 34 of a mile northeast of Mingus Mountain Summit and extending towards Jerome, N.R.H. 17. R. E. Lawrence, resident engineer.

F. D. Shufflebarger has contract 72% complete on the Wickenberg-Prescott N. R. M. 31 (1935), Phoenix-Prescott Highway. Joe de Arozena, resident engineer.

State forces have work of grading, draining and surfacing approximately 8.2 miles of road on the Hope-Parker Highway, State Route 72, W.P.S.S. 112C 45% complete. Percy Jones, Sr., resident engineer.

Lee Moor Construction Co. has been awarded a contract for the oil processing by either road mix or plant mix method of 23.6 miles on the Ash Fork-Kingman Highway, extending northeast from Kingman, F.A.P. 80-G. C. S. Benson, resident engineer.

Packard Construction Co. have contract 59% complete for grading and draining approximately 9.3 miles of roadway on the Kingman-Boulder Dam Highway, State Route 69, beginning 40 miles northwest of Kingman and extending northwesterly, W.P.S.S. 102-C. M. D. Glessner, resident engineer.

Skusen Brothers have contract 4% complete for grading, draining and placing aggregate base course on the Ashfork-Kingman Highway, U. S. 66. Work begins at the eastern boundary of Hualpai Indian Reservation, about 60 miles northeast of Kingman, and extends southeasterly for 10.8 miles. F.A. 80-1. M. Kisselburg, resident engineer.

All Arizona Engineering and Construction Co. have contract 7% complete for grading, draining, placing aggregate base course on 1.8 miles on the Prescott-Jerome Highway, W.P.M.H. 12. J. A. Quigley, resident engineer.

Tiffany Construction Co. have contract 5% complete for the grading, draining and oiling of 1½ miles on the Phoenix-Yuma Highway near Mohawk, F.A. 55 2nd Reo. W. T. Keplinger, resident engineer.

F. D. Shufflebarger has been awarded a contract to repair existing bridge and construct two additional spans over Sol's Wash at Wickenburg, Phoenix-Prescott Highway, A.F.E. 2402. Joe De Arozena, resident engineer.

DISTRICT NO. 2 F. N. Grant, District Engineer

State forces have work 42% complete of grading, draining and surfacing approximately 1.6 miles on the Eager-Springerville Highway, W.P.S.S. 117-A. Howard Shelp, transit man in charge.

R. C. Tanner & Co. have work 47% complete of grading, draining and placing select material on 8.5 miles of roadway on the Flagstaff-Fredonia Highway, F.A.P. 95-H. The work begins at the Indian Reservation boundary, about 44 miles north of Flagstaff, and extends northerly to Cameron. H. B. Wright, resident engineer.

The Lee Moor Construction Co. have contract 4% complete for placing ag-gregate base course, shoulder material and cut-back plant mix on 18.2 miles of roadway on the Holbrook-Lupton High-way, F.A.P. 83-D. The work begins at Navajo-Apache County Line, about 21 miles northeast of Holbrook, and ex-tends northeasterly. A. J. Kerr, resi-dent engineer.

Ken Hodgman and Pearson & Dickerson have contract 52% complete for grading and draining roadway and plac-ing select material and aggregate base course on eleven miles of the Flagstaff-Fredonia Highway, F.A.P. 95-F. Work begins at north end of F.A.P. 95-B, about 92 miles north of Flagstaff, and extends northerly. J. M. Hobbs, resi-dent engineer.

E. L. Yeager has contract 26% complete for the removal and salvaging of old pavement, placing select mate-rial and paving with cement concrete three-tenths of a mile of paving within the city limits of Holbrook; Holbrook Streets, N.R.M. 40 (1934). A. J. Kerr, resident engineer.

E. L. Yeager has contract 11% complete for the grading, draining and placing of select material, gravel side-walk, curb and gutter and cut-back plant mix in the city of Winslow; Winslow Streets, F.A. 20 Reo. and 22 Reo. Oscar Maupin, resident engineer.

R. C. Tanner Co. have been awarded a contract to grade, drain and place dust palliative on 5.3 miles of the Holbrook-St. Johns Highway, F.A. 78-G. J. L. Bone, resident engineer.

Packard Construction Co. have been awarded a contract to grade, drain and place aggregate base course on 4.5 miles of the Showlow-Springerville Highway, W.P.H. 105-A.

DISTRICT NO. 3 R. C. Perkins, District Engineer

Lee Moor Contracting Co. has contract 96% complete for the grading and draining of approximately 41/2 miles of U. S. Highway 60, beginning approximately 561/2 miles northeast of Globe and extending N. E. N.R.H. 99-1 (1935) R. D. Canfield, resident engineer.

Ken Hodgman has completed contract for the grading, draining and furnishing and placing of aggregate base course on the Safford-Bowie Jct. Highway, extending from Safford 6 1-5 miles south, N. R. S. 115-A (1935). A. W. Newhall, resident engineer.

State forces have work of grading and draining approximately 3.1 miles on the Clifton-Springerville Highway, W.P.S.S. 101 D 50% complete. W. R. Stevens, resident engineer.

O. F. Fisher Construction Co. has contract 11% complete for grading and draining approximately 6.4 miles of roadway on the Globe-Showlow Highway, F.A.P. 99-H. The work begins about 50 miles northeast of Globe and extends northeasterly. A. F. Rath, resident engineer.

Clinton Campbell Contracting Co. has contract 6% complete for the removal of old bridge and construction of new 3-span concrete bridge over Consolidated Canal, approximately two miles east of Mesa, F.A.P. 47, Mesa-Superior Highway. Geo. E. Lang, resident engineer.

Lee Moor Contracting Co. has contract 12% complete for grading and draining approximately 4.7 miles of roadway on the Globe-Showlow Highway, F.A.P. 99-J. Work begins about 61 miles northeast of Globe and extends northeasterly. R. D. Canfield, resident engineer.

Phoenix-Tempe Stone Co. has contract 58% complete for the widening of one-half mile of existing pavement with Portland cement concrete within the city limits of Mesa; F.A. 8-A Reo., Tempe-Mesa Highway. Geo. E. Lang, resident engineer.

State forces have work 14% complete for grading, draining a second of road between Duncan and Clifton, W.P.S.S. 13-A, Duncan-Clifton Highway. W. R. Stevens, resident engineer.

State forces have work on building a bridge at Canyon Lake, N.R.S. 106-A. Apache Trail 55% complete. R. J. Holland, resident engineer.

Borderland Construction Co. has con-tract 90% complete for widening exist-ing pavement with Portland cement con-crete within the town of Safford, F.A. 43-Reo. A. W. Newhall, resident engi-neer.

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W. E. Hall Co. have been awarded a contract to grade, drain and oil south on 17th Avenue to Greenhaw Street then to 19th Avenue on the Phoenix-Yuma Highway, W.P.M.H. 30-F. Geo. E. Lang, resident engineer.

Arizona Sand and Rock Co. have been awarded a contract for widening 6.3 miles of paving between Six Points and Glendale, Phoenix-Prescott Highway, W.P.M.H. 33. Geo. E. Lang, resident engineer.

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W. R. Hutchins, District Engineer The Pleasant-Hasler Construction Co. have contract 65% complete for the grading, draining, placing of aggregate base course and oil processing by the plant-mix method of approximately 1235 miles of the Ft. Hauchuca-Bisbee Highway, N.R.S. 108-A. A. J. Gilbert, resident engineer.

The Borderland Construction Co. has completed work on the construction of 10.3 miles of grading, draining, furnishing and placing aggregate base course and oil on the Ajo-Tucson Highway, N.R.S. 110-B. Dan J. Lyons, resident engineer.

State forces have work of grading, draining and surfacing approximately three miles on the Nogales-Tombstone Highway, W.P.S.S. 109C 84% complete. R. C. Bond, resident engineer.

White & Miller have contract 35% complete for widening and re-surfacing existing pavement on Tucson-Nogales Highway, F.A.P. 29 Reo. Work begins about 1.2 miles south of south city limits of Tucson and extends southerly approximately 1.5 miles. J. R. Van Horn, resident engineer.

State forces have work 47% complete of grading and draining a section of road between Nogales and Tombstone, W.P.S.S. 109-D. R. C. Bond, resident engineer.

Phoenix-Tempe Stone Co. have contract 47% complete to replace existing pavement with new concrete pavement and construct cement rubble masonry retaining wall within the city limits of Bisbee, F.A.P. 79-I, Sch. 2, Benson Douglas Highway. B. A. Flickinger, resident engineer.

Phoenix-Tempe Stone Co. have contract 5% complete to widen and re-surface existing pavement with cut-back plant mix, construct a cement rubble masonry wall and a concrete culvert in the town of Lowell, F.A.P. 19-I, Sch. 1, Benson-Douglas Highway B. A. Flickinger, resident engineer.

J. A. Casson has a contract 23% complete to grade, drain and place aggregate base course on highway beginning at Elfrida and extending north 10.2 miles, W.P.S.S. 114 C., Douglas-Safford Highway. H. Pinney, resident engineer.

Daley Corporation has been awarded a contract to construct concrete over-pass structure and approaches, including plant mix, oil surfacing, about 12 miles west of Bisbee, W.P.G.S. 108-C. A. J. Gilbert, resident engineer.

Pleasant-Hasler Co. have contract 0.3% complete to grade, drain, place select material and plant mix on approximately 10.5 miles of roadway, beginning 12% miles south of the U. S. Military Reservation and extending easterly. W.P.S.O. 108-B. A. J. Gilbert, resident engineer.

M. M. Sundt Construction Co. have contract for underpass at Tucson 94% complete. N.R.M. 9. J. R. Van Horn, resident engineer.

Borderland Construction Co. have been awarded a contract to grade, drain and oil 8.7 miles of the Ajo-Tucson Highway, W.P.S.O. 110-C. Dan J. Lyons, resident engineer.

UNITED STATES DEPARTMENT OF AGRICULTURE BUREAU OF PUBLIC ROADS PROJECTS IN ARIZONA

G. L. McLane, Highway Engineer in Charge.

W. R. F. Wallace, Assoc. Highway Engineer, Supervising Engineer.

F. W. Flittner, Assoc. Construction Engineer, Supervising Engineer.

R. Thirion, Assoc. Highway Engineer, Supervising Engineer.

W. P. Wesch, Assoc. Highway Bridge Engineer, Bridge Engineer.

W. J. Ward, Assoc. Highway Engineer, Locating Engineer.

R. M. Rutledge, Assistant Highway Engineer, Office Engineer.

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Route 3. Flagstaff-Clints Well National Forest Highway: The grading and drainage of Section C, 3.906 miles in length, beginning approximately 16 miles north of Clints Well and extending toward Flagstaff is under contract to Ernest W. Everly. The work is about 85% complete. F. A. Bonnell is resident engineer.

Route 7. Oak Creek National Forest Highway: Section J of this route, 3.09 miles in length, located about 9 miles northeast of Cottonwood, Arizona, is under contract to Skousen Brothers. Work is about 95% complete. E. F. Strickler is resident Engineer.

Route 11. Payson-Colcord Mountain National Forest Highway The grading of Section C of this route, located about 30 miles east of Payson, is under contract to Bennett and Taylor. The length of the project is 4.218 miles. Work is about 15%

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Route 30. The Globe-Showlow National Forest Highway: Skousen Brothers have the contract for grading Section B of this route, extending from Showlow 4.527 miles east, and placing reinforcement on Section A, Showlow 4.5 miles southwest. Work is about 88% complete. C. R. Brashears is resident engineer on this project.

Grand Canyon National Park Highways: The placing of a seal coat on Section H of Route 1, all of Route 10 and Sections A, B, C, D and E of the Cameron-Desert View Approach to Grand Canyon National Park is under contract with Lee Moor Contracting Company. The length of the project is 32 miles. Work is about 42% complete. V. G. Watson, resident engineer.

Petrified Forest National Monument Highways: George W. Orr has contract for bituminous treated surfacing on Sections A, B1 and B2 of Route 1 and all of Route 2, Petrified Forest National Monument, Arizona. The length of the project is 25.3 miles. Work is approximately 12% complete. V. G. Watson, resident engineer.

SURVEYS: The Horsethief Basin Survey, extending from the Black Canyon Road near Canon to the Horsethief Ranch at an elevation of 6,000 feet, is under way. F. J. Wade is the locating engineer.

BIDS TO BE OPENED: Bids will be opened at 10:00 a. m. on December 17, 1935, for placing bituminous treated surfacing on Sections A, B, C, D and E of Federal Lands Project No. 2, the Kingman-Boulder Dam Highway, Mohave County, Arizona. Length of project is 25.277 miles. $165.00 has been programmed for this project.

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THE ALLURING INDIAN COUNTRY

(Continued from Page 5) Many of the feminine onlookers exclaim with horror and denounce it as repulsive, to the participants it is a sacred duty that must be performed without flaw. Despite the popular theory it is not a prayer or dance for rain. It is both a supplication and appeasement to their Spirit of the Waters for a continuation of his precious gifts of rain and spring water.

Without a doubt this world-famous dance is the most significant of any of the North American Indian ceremonies still practiced. Entirely religious in nature it is performed in all seriousness and not until the ritual finally culminates at sundown of the ninth day with releasement of the scores of rattlesnakes at the foot of the mesa by the Priests, is the feasting that follows permitted.

Yet within seventy-five years it is doubtful if this unique ceremony will be more than a half-forgotten legend. Progress moves swiftly but a scant step ahead of Education and the Indians of tomorrow will be eager students of these newer gods. However, Spain in her conquests did not vanquish these Indians. Still, Force is not Enlightenment. And after all, who am I to prognosticate too closely the future of these extraordinary people? Me, I merely breathe a hopeful "quien sabe?"-and wait.

THE ONE-ROOM SCHOOL HOUSE

(Continued from Page 7) Rim. So does the neat, grey-painted, lumber school house in the cedars at the edge of the Aubrey Valley, looking over the lower reaches of the Grand Canyon vie with the red sandstone, one-room school, which lies just on the edge of the Navajo reservation and buffeted by the never ceasing winds of the vast plains of Northern Arizona.

Then, there is the one by twelve, lumber, portable school house on the Salt River road construction, high up in the wall of a canyon, exceeded only from the viewpoint of grandeur by the Grand Canyon itself. In this little, lumber shack set up in the twenty-eight foot roadbed of the new highway Sixty, arms length from the canyon wall on one side and a five hundred foot chasm on the other, trucks, catapillars and immense shovels roaring by at frequent intervals, and with the crash of blasting dynamite accompaniment, do the children of the road construction men, learn their lessons, sing their school songs and play in their recess area, right on the spot where transcontinental traffic will pass swiftly in a few month's time. Their school keeps up with the road construction without a day's loss of time, when their little house of knowledge is moved on a truck overnight ahead to the next camp while they sleep.

In each one of these widely separated one-room schools presides a determined young lady, the ruler for eight hours a day of a knowledge-seeking bunch of youngsters, who have come from afar, and who intend to be some day Arizona's staunch, future citizens.

The teacher of the one-room school has to take what she can get in the way of board and lodging. She is even lucky to get a small room by herself in a ranch house perhaps two or three miles from the school. Sometimes, a teacher has to go much farther than this and the round trip must be made daily in a car of her own or she must depend on someone getting her to school in time. Her boarding place is necessarily with a family who is willing to have her there all the time and she, of course, has to put up with what that family has to eat. Her room may be very small, sometimes so small, that a narrow bed will fill the room and there is no room for even a trunk, but that is all there is and she must accept what she can get. There are, of course, many places where the accommodations will be very good. Then, too, there are cases where a school board allows a small amount of money to be paid for the transportation of pupils when there are only six or less, and the teacher may be able in time to pay for a small car out of the proceeds for the time she hauls the pupils back and forth on daily trips.

The teacher has to get to school early, in order to make the fire and tidy up everything in the room before the pupils arrive. It is no small matter to have to get out of a nice, warm room in the ranch house, walk or ride several miles to a gloomy and cold house and then start the fire with what kindling she has persuaded some small boy to cut. The oak fire wood is heavy and hard to start on fire, so there are many shivery minutes spent by our young lady teacher, hugging the stove and praying that the small blaze will not go out. Next in order, is the raising of Old Glory to the top of the slender pole in the front yard of the school. If some LEE MOOR CONTRACTING COMPANY 807 BASSETT TOWER EL PASO, TEXAS

careless cow puncher has not borrowed the flag rope to capture a wandering heifer, the flag will be raised with all the technique of an army post color sergeant, but minus the audience.

Then comes the ringing of the bell, whose silvery tone wakens the otherwise quiet valley and the ranchers around, know that their children have some one to watch over them for the next eight hours or so and that they could be in no safer hands. The "two-minute" bell taps, the pupils gather in a group with a single tap, solemnly line up facing the flag and with the teacher, begin their day's work by chanting in unison the following "I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all." The big, American girl of thirteen, from the cattle ranch seven miles away, the little, bright-eyed, Mexican girl from Sonora, who has not been here long, and the little boy from Boston, whose rich parents are wintering on a dude ranch not far away, are all equals here on this spot, in front of the Stars and Stripes.

Then to the school house, where the teacher starts the work off right by having singing for a few minutes, with the pupils making their choice of the songs. "Home on the Range," "Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie" and "Hand Me Down My Walking Cane for My Sins Have Overtaken Me," are lustily sung, especially by the pupil who has suggested the name of the song in hand. Certainly a good way to start the day off is this singing class.

Next, follows the "Health Crusade" lessons on brushing the teeth and other seemingly unnecessary items to certain of the smaller boys, but which are strictly taught by these Arizona one-room school teachers. Passing swiftly over this painful class, the ranch boy in the lower grades, must then recite his lessons on spelling, etc., while his older

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sister prepares her lesson in history or geography. The recitations of the more advanced pupils follow until the time for the short, physical exercise lessons arrive. Following the usual arm, breath-ing and other light exercises, they are all turned out under the oak trees for a short frolic at recess, while all the teacher has to do is to prevent the boys from dousing the almost-willing girls with water from the well near the gate. After recess, a solid one hour and a quarter are devoted to more lessons and recitations, in order to cover the ground necessary in teaching the twenty-five to forty classes in the eight grades of an Arizona elementary school. Thus, does the teacher in the one-room school, earn her pay check.

The big time has arrived when the pupils can get lunch buckets from each of their personal hooks in the cloak-room and between mouthfuls, discuss all the neighborhood news, all about Mattie Johnson's bull having gotten out on the road and headed for Mexico, Baxter being kicked by the colt in the barn and the big fish that Buster Pyeatt caught in the water hole at the Pyeatt ranch, also, how Aurora Tapia rescued a silver dollar from the bureau drawer, when her house caught on fire and how they started to take the doors off the hinges, so they would have something to start a new house with, but had to put them back when old Tom McCarthy put the fire out for them. Then, too, there is the model of the aeroplane landing field which must be discussed so they will have it finished in time for the school exhibition.

Two clangs of the bell and the entire personnel of the school is at work inside the little room, giving their ideas on current events; what matter is it if little Manuel Parades thinks Mr. Roosevelt has taken a trip around the world on the biggest battleship in the world, calling on all the kings of Europe on the week end. He knows that his father reads the Los Angeles Sunday paper and saw it there.

After this discussion is over, there are more classes, as there are eight grades in all and about five or six classes in each grade, so by the time these classes are all taken care of, the teacher is only too glad to turn to the subject of handwork and art, in which the little Mexican girls are experts, and wonderful indeed, is the coloring executed by some of the small boys with the colored crayons. Even Baxter being kicked by the colt is executed by a small artist, who depicts the victim wearing green Levis and flying over a purple barn door into a straw pile of brilliant yellow.

After a short recess, the lower grades are dismissed. The pupils, who have older sisters or brothers, keep busy in one corner of the room or play outside under the oak tree, to wait the dismissal of the whole school, so they can all go home together.

The older pupils still have some advanced classes to recite before the last exercise of the day. This consists of Story Telling, in which the teacher tells or reads the story from the more popular books for the young people. "Tom Sawyer" is one favorite, "Black Beauty", another. Any story about a dog is intensely interesting and so is any other animal story.

The sun sinks low over the rolling oak clad hills. A breath of cold air steals down from the mountain side, as a determined, young woman carefully hauls away on the slender rope and gathers Old Glory in her arms before it has touched the ground. In the distance down the road small figures slowly vanish around the turn of the hill and quiet takes possession of the little white one-roomed school house. The fire is out and the chimney smokeless. The door is shut and the young teacher puts a foot on the starter; soon darkness envelopes the little school house,

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Silent, alone and blending into a void of the starry Arizona night. One more school day and one more day of imparted knowledge to our state's future citizens. Communism in OUR schools? in our ARIZONA schools? Just drive up some bright, clear, crisp morning and listen to the small group at the flag pole in front of the little one-room school house, “I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and * * *” These words float over the clean grass of the school yard, up over the century old oak tree, and far away into the blue where they are lost in that bright sunshine pouring down on a young people, whose hope and aim is to make that spoken pledge come true as they grow up and are members of the nation, which today, stands for “* * * with Liberty and Justice for all.”

OUR COVER PICTURE

Norman G. Wallace, employe of the Arizona Highway Department whose brilliant photography accounts for much of the praise ARIZONA HIGHWAYS receives, gives us this month a study of the Santa Rita Mountains. The range, which reaches an altitude of 9,185 feet above sea level, is viewed for miles along Highways 82 and 89 between Tисson and Nogales. (Continued from Page 9)

APACHE VENGEANCE

The warning Captain Sterling had given us the day before about the possibility of the Chiricahua Apaches taking to the war-path; the nightly visit of the warrior brave and his friendly warning; now our mules being driven away, and the significant incident and action of the Apache a few moments before, set my boyish mind to thinking deeply of the apparently dangerous situation we were near to. Yet I did not think the scenes described would warrant my returning to camp and tell old Bill about it, for I figured he would know of any danger as soon as I, so I turned from the trail of the animals and came to the road. And also I thought it would be better for the authorities at the Agency to know of the acts of the Apache. So urging old Beck as fast as she could travel along the road toward the Agency, we arrived at a point where I could see plainly; the valley of the Gila river, the Chiricahua's “rancherie” across the valley on a small mesa, a partial view of the Agency, and last but not least, the herd of animals driven by the Apaches, and our mules striving to break out of the herd. The sun rays were gilding the distant peak of Mount Trumbull and other heights, the valley was grey yet with the dawn; then suddenly, like a blast from hell, there broke upon the quiet of morning a volley of gun blast from the Chiricahua “rancheria” across the valley, then another. When the white smoke of the guns had lifted I could see a wild commotion in the Indian camp. Apaches were running to butcher their victims. The now frenzied savages suddenly halted in their mad rush, I could see a man riding towards them with hand raised as if in supplication, but the lust to kill was so aroused in their inhuman minds that they could see nothing, hear nothing but the cries of their victims, as they struggled in the agony of death.

The pause was only momentary, then an exultant cry of victory, more piercing, more brutal, as the wolf pack rushing to the kill, they fired another volley and the brave man fell from his horse. It was Captain Sterling. The renegades had not intended to leave the Agency or reservation that morning, but early the next. Their plans were discovered, however, and told to Captain Sterling who bravely but foolishly rode out to parley with them. Pandemonium like an order from the blackest depths of hell broke loose now as the savage Apache hastened to break camp and make their get-away. Hoarse gutteral commands from chief and subchief to subordinate, then a volley of gun fire toward the Agency to keep at To walk with or against traffic, that seems to be a moot question. If paths or sidewalks were placed along main highways, pedestrians would not be required to walk in the highway, where many are at the mercy of drivers. But as long as such paths or side walks are not provided for the safety of pedestrians, it might be a sensible thing for pedestrians to think about the advantages of walking on the left side of the road, facing traffic.

When pedestrians walk on the right side of the road they are somewhat in the position of the person pictured above, equipped with a periscope to see what is coming from behind. Although not as many pedestrians are hit while walking on highways as under some other circumstances, the death rate is very high. Out of a total of 13,220 pedestrians hit while walking on the highway in 1934, there were 2,690 who were killed. While the number of pedestrians struck amounted to only 4.6 per cent of all pedestrians involved in accidents, the number killed while walking on roadways was nearly 17 per cent of all pedestrian deaths.

Experience shows that there is no easier way to get one's name in the newspaper than by using the streets and the highways in a careless manner.

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Bay the friends of the dead scouts while the main band hastened up the river from the Agency; the shrill screeching call of the squaws to their children as they were running wild and terrorstricken around the camp; the squealing and neighing of frightened animals; the barking and yelping of dogs the general uproar seemed to come from a thousand throats instead of the hundred and fifty in that renegade band. It made me feel sick and shaky, for I could visualize its portent when that band of blood-lust savages would line out along the road we were traveling on. There were other freighters and travelers stretched out along the same route and if they were not warned by the uproar and gun fire of the run-away Apaches, which could be heard for miles that clear calm morning, they would probably meet a horrible death.

I thought of old Bill and Charlie, and the possibility of the cagey old dodger having a foresight of what was going on before me and had sent me to trail the mules. I had no weapons only my trusty "Sotal" stalk which would never, in one chance out of a thousand, serve me to such a fortunate end again. I knew Bill could hear the sounds of war, and his Indian experience would impell him to seek safety, and I was right. While sitting on old Beck contemplating the situation, the sound of guns close by came to my ears, and hardly had I turned my head to locate them when a whizzing sound of bullets, like a swarm of bees, cut the air around me. I was untouched, but about seven hun dred yards away I could see the Apaches, and by their gesture were going to shoot again.

No movement of the feline family ever was quicker than the spring I made from the back of that old mule, and with the bridle in one hand and prodding old Beck with the stick I managed to get a far swifter stride out of her old limbs; on a lope now, and like a circus rider I grabbed her mane and leaped on her back again. Like Tam O'Shanter, I imagined all the demons out of hell were after me. Hugging the cottonwood and willows on the margin of the river, I arrived at the ford of the Gila safe but without a hat and one boot which had come off my foot; and to tell the truth, I had not missed it till it was so far behind that it seemed of less value than the trouble of going back to find it. The near presence of the savage Apache, of course, forced me to make this decision.

Though within sight of the Agency our troubles were not over yet, for as we were wading the river, "belly deep," a cavalcade of friendly Maricopa In-dians plunged into the water, surrounding us shouting and yelling, and wetting the mule from ear tip to the tip of the tail and I from head to feet; then with shouts of good natured raillery they passed on.

Riding into the Agency was no easy matter, as, at this time, there were some two thousand Indians from all parts of Arizona held on the reservation, and it seemed to me that they must have been all gathered at the Agency, for the crowd was dense and the aspect brooded such another pandemonium scene as I witnessed at the renegade camp.

The Tonto, Cibicu, and other Apaches were gathered in groups, and the erstwhile quiet of the Agency grounds was the scenes of a milling mass of half crazed and frenzied warriors over the news of the Chiricahua Apache's break for freedom, and the killing of Captain Sterling and his Indian scouts. Old men huddled together mumbling, toothless gums working up a dirty froth in their mouth, squaws screeching and wailing, children and dogs crying and howling, young men riding swift ponies, running them and jostling each other as in jousting tourneys of old, others chanting war songs, and Sanchez, Chief of the Cibicu Apaches, riding a black horse, a rifle poised above his head and shouting a defiant war-whoop urging other braves to follow him and bring back the renegades. It was only a bluff, it was the white man's scalp he wanted.

The situation was dangerous and it seemed to me I was running from the frying pan into the fire; however, we pushed and wormed our way through the crowd and entered the gate of the Agency corral. Here the few white men at the Agency were gathered discussing the situation. Greeting me with warmth, Dan Ming, the ex-chief of scouts, asked me where I came from, then I told him what I had seen.

"Yes, it looks bad all around, and we're not any too safe here," he replied, "but there's this one thing we have to do here," he advised, "and that is to show those Indians out there howling and gnashing their teeth, that we're not afraid of them, and the only way to do this is not to group up as we are now, but move about singly or double but pay no attention to their talk or war-like maneuvers, especially the Cibicu," he singled out. "Sanchez is a wicked 'hombre' and would not take much urging to make him run amuck." With this sage advice we dispersed.

White men in the midst of two thousand semi-civilized savages, many of them, the older ones, singing war songs and re-telling deeds of valor and cruelty on numerous battlefields in the past not a hundred miles from where they stood, and blood lust flashing from their eager eyes.

It was a dangerous situation for the pale face that April morning at the San Carlos Agency in the year 1882, and we all realized it, but we went about here and there minding our own affairs which, to tell the truth, was to keep from getting run down by frenzied bucks riding their horses like mad wherever there was a space in that milling excited mob to run in.

More than once during the ominous, malignant hours of that memorable morning, I and others thought the last moment of our time had come, when we saw the threatening attitude of the most bold and daring among the Indians as they scowled and yelled in derision at us.

But Dan Ming was working quietly among the San Carlos Apache scouts, who had been partially demoralized by the death of their Chief, Albert Sterling, and after he had reorganized their forces, sixty or more, he marched them to the front of the Agency store and with rifles in hand ready to fire. In a loud ringing voice he commanded them to disperse and to go to their respective "rancherias", if they did not, the soldiers from Fort Thomas would be there in a short while and would give those who were so damn anxious to spill blood, a chance to get their bellies full.

The bold and menacing front of the scouts, and the terse defiant command of the old ex-chief, had a salutary effect on the exhibition of bravado of the would-be-braves, and instantly their war-like spirit began to cool down and one by one the excited groups began to break up and go to their "rancherias" until a comparative quiet prevailed over the turbulent scenes of a few moments ago. Then every white man there gathered at the sutler's store, and over a good stiff glass of liquor, gave up a sigh of great relief. It was a close call for us all for, if those savages had even injured any one of us, it would have been the signal for a complete slaughter of all the white men at the Agency.

The Indian mob being dispersed, we turned our attention to bringing the body of Sterling in for burial. We found him horribly mutilated, the bullet that killed him entered the center of his forehead and smashed the back of his skull, his throat was slashed, and fiendish hands had disfigured other parts of his body. It was a sad cortege that escorted his remains back to the Agency where we buried him on a hillside. The bodies of the Indian scouts were taken off by their friends and relatives.