It was now late in August and a little snow had fallen on the mountains in the fore part of the night.  By the aid of the diagram we went to the ground after night, built up a fire and waited till morning.  As soon as it was light enough to see, the doctor took the diagram out of his pocket, looked at it and said:  “It should be near here.”  He then turned, and seeing a tree that had been blown over, said:  “There is a tree that answers to the description.”  We walked to the tree and at once saw the toe of one of the dead man’s boots protruding through the brush.  The doctor when gathering wood the night before to build a fire, had walked almost over the body and had picked up two or three chips of wood from the brush which covered the body.  We waited some time before the crowd came with the wagon.  After they arrived the body was uncovered, loaded into the wagon and hauled to Jacksonville, arriving in time for the coroner to hold the inquest that afternoon, and the following day the body was buried.

The time having been set for the preliminary examination, Barton’s wife and her father arrived in Jacksonville the day before the time set for the trial, and his father-in-law employed an attorney to conduct the case in court in his behalf.  When Barton was brought into court he waived examination, but it was quite different with Buckley.  When he was brought in for trial the judge asked him if he had counsel.  He said he did not, nor did he want any, but the judge appointed a lawyer to take his case.

The lawyer took the prisoner off into a room in company with the deputy sheriff and they were gone about twenty minutes.  When they returned the lawyer stated that the prisoner wished to plead guilty and receive his sentence so he could start in at once to work it out.  Barton never had a trial, for he starved himself to death and died in jail.  The jailor told me that for seventeen days he did not eat or drink but one spoonful of soup.

CHAPTER XL.

In society some more.—­A very tight place.—­Ten pairs of Yankee ears.—­Black Bess shakes herself at the right time.—­A solemn compact.

I remained in Jacksonville until about the first of December, 1874, when I received a letter from Lieut.  Jackson, who was yet at Fort Yuma, Ariz., stating that there was an opening for me there, and asking me if I knew where George Jones was at that time, and telling me if possible to have him accompany me, as he would insure us both employment in the scouting field upon our arrival.

George was now living twelve miles from Jacksonville.  Being sick and tired of idling away my time around town, I rode out to pay George and his parents a friendly visit before taking my leave for Arizona.  I found them in rather good circumstances on a small farm on Bear creek, near Phoenix, and a pleasant visit I had with them at their beautiful little home, during which time I showed the letter to George that I had received from Lieut.  Jackson.  He expressed a desire to accompany me on the trip, but as his parents were now getting old and childish, he did not like to leave without their consent, he being their only son.