On the Trail of Geronimo — page 26: what you’re looking at

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18 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. CHAPTER III. “HANDS UP!” TWo-THIRDS of the way between Tucson and Fort Grant the stage route entered the «vildest scenery that Lieutenant Whitcomb had ever beheld. A tributary of the Gila was first crossed, when the double team began laboring up th> steep inclines, rattling down the short declivities, and whirling around the narrow ledges of rocks, where a little carelessness on the part of the leaders would have precipitated everything to the bottom of a gorge hundreds of feet deep. But Zach Emmons had been over the route many times, and could travel when all was as dark as a pocket. He cracked his whip cheerily, called out some encouraging word to his animals, and occasionally exchanged a sentence or two with his passengers. Dick Whitcomb, although excessively wearied from his long ride, felt more cheerful than at any time since leaving Yuma. First of all, the fearful CoOmCcoooks (©)