After recruiting at El Paso we moved up to the crossing of the Rio Grande at Fort Thorn, and prepared to plunge into Apache land.  Camping the command on the green-fringed Mimbres I took five men, and with Doctor Steck and his interpreter made a visit to the Apaches in their stronghold at Santa Rita del Cobre.

There was an old triangular-shaped fort built by the Spaniards which afforded shelter.  There were about three hundred Apaches in camp,—­physically, fine looking fellows who seemed as happy as the day was long.  The agent distributed two wagon loads of corn, from which they made “tiz-win,” an intoxicating drink.

Their principal business, if they have any, is stealing stock in Mexico and selling it on the Rio Grande.  The mule trade was lively.  They proved themselves expert marksmen; but I noticed always cut the bullets out of the trees, as they are economists in ammunition if nothing else.

Deer and turkeys were plentiful, and we feasted for several days in the old triangular fort and under the trees.  Doctor Steck told the Apaches that I was “a mighty big man,” and they must not steal any of my stock nor kill any of my men.

The chiefs said they wanted to be friends with the Americans, and would not molest us if we did not interfere with their “trade with Mexico.”

On this basis we made a treaty and the Apaches kept it.

I had a lot of tin-types taken in New York, which I distributed freely among the chiefs, so they might know me if we should meet again.  Many years afterwards an Apache girl told me they could have killed me often from ambush, but they remembered the treaty and would not do it.  I have generally found the Indians willing to keep faith with the whites, if the whites will keep faith with them.

After leaving the camp at the Mimbres, we crossed the Chiricahua Mountains, and camped for noon on a little stream called the San Simon, which empties into the Gila River.  We had scarcely unlimbered when the rear guard called out, “Apaches!” and about a hundred came thundering down the western slope of the mountain, well mounted and well armed.  Their horsemanship was admirable, their horses in good condition, and many of them caparisoned with silver-mounted saddles and bridles, the spoil of Mexican foray.

A rope was quickly stretched across the road, the ammunition boxes got out, and everything prepared for a fight.  The chief was a fine-looking man named Alessandro, and as a fight was the last thing we desired, a parley was called when they reached the rope.

When asked what they wished, they said they wanted to come into camp and trade; that they had captives, mules, mescal, and so on.  We told them we were not traders, and had nothing to sell.  They were rather insolent at this, and made some demonstrations against the rope.  I told the interpreter to say that I would shoot the first man that crossed the rope, and they retired for consultations.  Finally they thought better of it, or did not like the looks of our rifles and pistols, and struck off for their homes in the north.