n, joined the Apaches in
waylaying and murdering travellers, attacking settlements and making off
with the prisoners, besides capturing hundreds and thousands of cattle,
sheep, mules and horses. For a time they overran a large portion of
the territory of New Mexico. Matters at last reached such a pass, that
unless the savages were checked, they would annihilate all the whites.

The Governor issued a call for volunteers. The response was prompt, and
five hundred men were speedily equipped and put into the field. They
were placed under charge of Colonel T. T. Fauntleroy, of the First
Regiment of United States Dragoons. He engaged Kit Carson as his chief
guide.

The campaign was pushed with all possible vigor, but for a time nothing
important was done. The weather became intensely cold. On the second
campaign, Colonel Fauntleroy surprised the main camp of the enemy and
inflicted great slaughter. A severe blow was administered, but the
reader knows that the peace which followed proved only temporary. The
Apaches have been a thorn in our side for many years. General Crook has
shown great tact, bravery and rare skill in his dealings with them and
probably has brought about the most genuine peace that has been known
for a generation.

It would not be worth while to follow Kit Carson on his round of duties
as Indian Agent. He had to deal with the most turbulent tribes on the
continent, and enough has been told to prove his peerless sagacity
in solving the most difficult questions brought before him. He rode
thousands of miles, visiting remote points, conferred with the leading
hostiles, risked his life times without number, and was often absent
from home for weeks and months. While it was beyond the attainment of
human endeavor for him to make an end of wars on the frontiers, yet he
averted many and did a degree of good which is beyond all calculation.

"I was in the insignificant settlement of Denver, in the autumn of
1860," said A. L. Worthington, "when a party of Arapahoes, Cheyennes
and Comanches returned from an expedition against the tribe of mountain
Indians know as the Utes. The allied forces were most beautifully
whipped and were compelled to leave the mountains in the greatest hurry
for their lives. They brought into Denver one squaw and her half dozen
children as prisoners. The little barbarians, when the other youngsters
came too near or molested them, would fight like young wild cats. The
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