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back into the wildest parts of the —Sierra Madre, Here for years they existed but to get revenge. They got revenge by raiding every pack train that passed acrcss the mountains. Tn those days, you know, the Spaniares had wonderful mines at ‘ayopa. Gloria Pan and other places in the® Sierra Madre and brought gold and silver out on pack mules. “The Indians killed the guarés of the trains and sometimes the carga- dores themselves. ‘They . captured pullion ci silver and bars of gold. They captured jewels meant dor cathedrals and for daughters of the rich hidalges. They captured guas and ammunition and saddles pla‘ed with silver. They captured also a t bronze tmage of a man. All this they put in a cave. “This cave, so the old Indian sald, was a room 20 feet wide and 30 fect long. Ii opened inic a great cavern. The savage Indians had no desire Ior wealth. AJl they dezited was their - old frecdoth and rcvenge. They did not want the Spaniards ever to re- cover the riches, In time the puack trains ccased to rass thiouchn the region o t-rrovized. The rich mins were closi.. “Then (he Indians sealed up the passage bceiween the big cavern and the rcom full of riches. At one place, though, they left the wall very thin. In front of this false wall they st a kind of t:ap. Behind it they placed the image of the bronze man &nd in his hand they fixed a sharp, sl:ong dagger. CJihould any one stcp on the trap the bronze man would la.g: through the falce wall and tilt for- ward 20 as $5 stab the intrud-r to the h-a:t. “Now the enltrance to the Lig cavern wvwas well hidden by some bowlders. The Indians h'd it even better. Thecy had an und:orstanding that the lcot should never be taken from the cave excrpt in the presence of all members of the tribe. **And now,’ the old Indian said as he finished telling us all this, ‘T am the last of the tribz. The cthers are all dcad; most of them were killed. I can unlock the door, dis- pose of the wealth. You have been generous to me, but it is plain that you live very hard. Why?' “Then my husband, Ignacio, an- swered, ‘Because God wills it.’ “‘No,’ replied the Indian, ‘God no/ longer wills thus. C>me with me and I will give you and your wife enough so that you will live in plenty all the rest of your life.’ “The next morning, very early, my husband, Ignacio, left. The Indian waited here near the jacal all day. Ignacio did not return until long after dark. The Indian had left while the sun was setting. He was gone one year exactly.* He came again en Christisas day. Again we gave him warmth and such food as we had, He was grateful. Again he asked why we continued to Mve so hard, and once more Ignacio replied that it was the will of God. “T'he Indian then repeated his whole story. “I know it was true, for he told It exactly as he told it the first time. ‘Come with me in the morning,’ he said to Ignacio, ‘and I will take you to where there is a great plenty.” *Early next morning, before daylight, Ig- nacio went away. I gave the Indian som. breakfast. He asked me where by husband had gone. I did not know. He asked me when he should return. I did not knov:. He waited many hours, waited for Ignacio to re- turn so that he might lead him to the eave of riches. He said it was not more than a day on foot mas adentro (on into the mountains). In the afternoon, when he saw that Igna-do would not return so long as he remained, ti» Indian went away. He fias never heen back. *“No, it is not the will of God that we live thus on parched corn. It is the will of Villareal, what he had heard. Don Joaquin, who had reccvered from his illness, at once determined to search fcr i1he cave. He went to Mexico Ciiy and secured a permit to inspect for mines in the Sierra Madre. He took Tomas with him and an human beings had once been there and eaten. ¥Far, far overhead could be seen a speck of 1V THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., JUNE 28 “Anyhorw, there was time for a pipe * before riding on to the ranch.” light, through the discovery hole. But the cavern was dark, the light that came through the long tunnel being almost as dim as that from the hole overhead. All exploring had to be done with candles. The emptiness and the darkness discouraged the wcrkmen, and - 1931, now all but four of them quit. One of the four who remained was Tomas. His master, Don Jpaquin, was not discouraged. For days he went about the walls of the cavern, striking into them with a pick, Tomas holding the light. Tallow was costly, Diet Experts Select Sick V eterans’ Food. HEN Uncle Sam gocs to market, especially when he goes to market for his sick veterans, he doesn’'t go merely with a shopping list calling for so many cases of this and so many cases of that. He goes aided by a group of expert chemists, men qualified to pass on the quality of every type-of food. It isn’t just a question of competitive bids, nor of quality based on purity and food value alone, but quality based as well on appearance and attractiveness. For the men who are to eat the food are' not just the normal run of healthy, hungry men of the armed services, but sick men—men whose nerves have been shat- tered or who have been otherwise stricken; hunger to spur them to eat. Because of fact that the food must have dietary value but dietary value for attractiveness to excite their them is a big job. It is a job requiring careful thought and much plannicg. When a tentative list of what is needed is prepared the food experts draw up specifica- tions giving in detall what is expected. Manu- facturers and packers are asked to submit bids and samples. These samples are carefully checked and the contracts awarded to the bid- der whose samples best meet the reguirements at the best price. Onz of the laboratories—in fact, the one in which the greater part of the testing is done— is located in Washington. As many as 75 dif- ferent types of food are under examination at one time, and this work presents a tremendous amount of effort, for the inspection is so minute, covering the chemical content of the products submitted as well as their taste, color and general appearance. Bacteriologists, micro- scopists and others delve minutely into the foods to be certain that no organisms or other mat- ters be present which might In any way endan- ger the patients. Probably no food supplies go through so rigorous a test as do those which are destined to help in restcring the war-stricken to health once more. o 0 Night Rain. By Anderson M. Scruggs. A lover in the night, the rain descends, Treading with stealthy feet the darkened stair, Searching the forest floor to make amends To flowers abandoned in the sultry air. The leaves awakening, stir upon the trees - Gently as tinkling ice within a glass, And drooping bluebells lift dull lips to seize, His swift, cool kiss before his footsteps pass. Now he is gone, and leaf and bud and flower Sink back to rest upon the odorous night, Musing in drcams the brief, star-hidden hour He came and roused them trembling with delight. Tomorrow when the sun comes back again p He'll find in telltale eyes the tryst of rain. and they had to sotol stalks for torches. Finally Don Joéaquin struck a piece of wall that sounded hollow, and with a few strokes he broke sotol stalk, which could hardly pene- trate the dust, Tomas and Don Joa- quin saw in front of them a figure of bronze larger than a real man. In its right hand was a dagger, securely bound there by rawhide thongs. Per- haps the trapdoor had not been cor- rectly built; perhaps many years of standing had caused it to grow stiff. Anyway, God was good and the dagger did not lunge forward $o stab the intruders. Tomas and his master were in the treasure room. The old Indian had told the truth. There were pilés of silver bars, maletas (bags) of gold, jewels, guns, silver-mounted saddles, finely wrought bridles, aparejos, even cloaks and swords. This was late on a Saturday after- noon. Don Joaquin said: “We are tired almost to death. Work and hunger have made us weak. Wealth so sudden has made us weaker. Let us rest tomorrow, the day of God, and give thanks to Him. On Monday morning we five shall divide all things. Any man who wishes may g0 to the village, but not a word must be said of this discovery. I and one other of you will sieep in the entrance to the tunnel, so that no stranger Only two of the laborers went to the village. They drank much tequilla and they talked. A large guard of soldiers on their way to fight the Yaqui Indians farther west were camped in this village. Some of tihe officers heard the talk of the miners. About daylight on Mcnday morn- were brought to him by & guard carrying a lantern. The guard always left immediately and he ate in dark- ness. He stayed there until he lost all account of time and the seasons. Then, unexpectedly and without ex- planation he was liberated. He did not know why he was made prisoner; he did not know why he was freed. He made his way mnorth to the village . Report had it that Don Joaquin had been stood against a ‘dobe wall and shot. The village was all but de- serted. An old man said that tie cutters no longer worked in the forest. Tomas came on north and crossed the Rio Grande. “Senores,” he concluded his tale, “I have told you the truth. These eyes have seen all that I have desciibed. These hands held the pick that dug ana they held the sotol stalk that lighted up the man of bronze with a dagger in his hand and then the treasure. ‘These feet walked with chains. That the army officers got the treasure I am sure. They may have left, something. I do not know. At least the cavetn with the tunnel! into it is still there. If my master, Rookee, will go grith me, I will yet prove to him that I have told all things correctly.” That night as Rocky Reagan and I rode on into the ranch, we made plans for going with Tomas to see the cavern down in the Sierra Madre. Many things have prevented our go- ing, but, knowing, as I know, the wild and boundless Sierra Madre, where so much his- tory has been made and lost, I should not be surprised at any experience one might meet in those mountains. (Copyright, 1831, by J. Frank Dobie.) Hunter’s Paradise. = DEER hunter's paradise, in which the few selected hunters permitted to seek their game are practically certain of b:gging a deer exists in the Kaibab National Forest in Ari- zona. In this reservation so successful have thic game protection measures been, the deer have increased to a point beycnd the feeding possibilities of the preserve. As a result many of the deer have been captured and transported to dther preserves, but still many were left for the hunters. The hunters were sent to prescribed camps where guides were furnished and the regula- tions made plain. For every 1,000 hunters en- tering the preserve, 1,000 decr were bagged. Altogether in the past five years, 5261 hunters have been permitted to enter and during that time there has been but one accident and that one was nct fatal. Huge Herd for Candy. THE production of milk which goes annually into the milk chocolate industry is no mean task. If the cows nec:ssary to yield the milk could be lined up and milked in one day there would be 4,000,000 better-than-average cows in the line. The 40 firms turning out choco- late products last year consumed 286,000,000 pounds of milk products, which at 70 pounds per cow is probably considerably above the average because of the lower ylelds ,of scrub cows which are still far too numerous in the dairy herds of the land.