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Saturday, April 25, 1936
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Arizona Monument Recalls Western Trial of Camel Trains Arizona reoently honored the memory of HI Jolly, last of the camel drivers, who once helped conquer the deaert wastelands with his camel trains, carrying food, mall and supplies. Upper left, a scene typical of the oountry through which camel trains were operated. Upper center, the Hi Jolly monument at Quartzsite, Arizona. Upper right, preparing a pair of camels for a re-enactment recently of the camel mall trains such as were used shortly before the olvll war. This stunt was part of an observance of National Philatelists' Week. Desert Beasts ot Burden Used tor Many Years in Waterless Regions Hi Jolly, Driver Honored by State, Came to United States With Animals Ordered by Jefferson Davis sibly some of those liberated from the salt trade) and had been used to carry ore from the Silver King mine in Pinal County, Arizona, to a smelter at Florence. Much of the way was over rocky hills, and the camels' foot-pads were too delicate to withstand the cutting edges of projecting quartz and flint. After a year's trial they were taken to a point near Gila Bend and liberated. From there they ranged back up the river to the site where the Gillespie Dam now stands, crossed the Gila and wandered into the Harqua Hala desert country, where they roamed unmolested and thrived. Later, however, circuses and zoos heard of their existence, and in 1894 a man named Smith, representing what was then the Sells Bros. Circus, went to Gila Bend and employed "Uncle Dan" Noonan to round up all the camels he could find and deliver them to the railroad at $25 a head. "Uncle Dan" engaged several Papago Indians and set out on what was probably the strangest round-up ever conducted in Arizona or any other state. The party returned with 25 camels, the exact number of the herd which had been brought into the state from : Nevada 20 years before. HERE the history of the camels fades into legend and into fiction. Many tales are heard in as many Arizona localities. Some claim there still are wild camels to be found in the more remote hills, and a perennial story of phantom camels finds its way into Phoenix newspaper news rooms. But all these latter-day tales may be set down to the cowhand's fondness for spinning yarns or to barleycorn stimulated imaginations. The camels are gone, due more to stupidity and laziness than to the animals' lack of usefulness. The Civil War came and army posts in Arizona were abandoned by Union soldiers, who left their camels in charge of civilian mule drivers. After all, a camel is an 'ornery critter. He's downright mean, and the muleteers didn't like him. He was, therefore, encouraged to wander into the desert. And so, with Hi Jolly the camel driver and that little urn of ashes resting in their tomb In the desert at Quartzsite, the story of the camels passes - into the history of early Arizona. the Colorado River October 20, crossing into California near the site of what was later to be Fort Mojave, Here the survey joined a route which had already been mapped eastward from Los Angeles. From that point Beale followed the mapped trail to his ranch at Fort Tejon, near Bakersfield, Calif., and there the camels made their home until they were scattered to the four winds a few years later. Fourteen of them he took with him on a return journey, without incident. THE CAMELS left at Fort Tejon increased to 28. Spurred by Beale's Buccess, private citizens be-tgan to organize camel companies and animals were imported from Asia and used in various sections of the West. Some were tried as far north as the Caribou Trail- In British Columbia, but were soon turned loose. Others were assigned to army posts in the southern part of Arizona. With one of those hords had come HI Jolly. Some were used to pack salt from mines in Nevada, but developed saddle son;s from the salt and became worthless. A few were put into freight service between Los Angeles and San Pedro, and others were similarly employed between Yuma and Tucson. A mixed herd of 25 camels and dromedaries had been imported into Arizona from Nevada (pos get along very well. The camels are so quiet and give so little trouble that we forget they are with ub. They pack their heavy load of corn, of which they never taste a grain, put up with any food offered them without complaint, and are the admiration of ths whole camp." At another point in his diary, he says: "Up the steep mesa we ascended, where it was necessary to double the teams. The camels packed their heavy loads with the least difficulty and without a stop, some of them having nearly a thousand pounds including the heavy saddle." ' On September 13, they arrived at a point near Mt, Sitgreavos where they had a view of the broad and deceptive Coconino Plateau. Here a guide misled them. They tried to cross the plateau Instead of bearing to the south where Highway 66 now runs. The guide admitted he was lost and tho expedition wandered over the great waterless tract south of the Canyon from September 18 to September 28. They were out of water for 48 hours at one time and nearly lost all of their mules and saddle stock. But being out of water was nothing new to the camels and they gave no trouble. The expedition found a new route through Aubrey Cliffs, however, and fought its way slowly through the mountains to the west and arrived at OUT ON THE wind-swept sands of the Arizona desert a monument was unveiled recently to HI Jolly, driver of camels. The governor of the state was there, with many lesser officials and an Imposing assemblage of other notables, There was specchmaking and story-telling and ceremony, and it was quite a party. But why a monument to a camel driver in the Arizona sands? Because that's where he is buried and that's where he drove his camels. For there was a time, perhaps a half a century, when camels wild and tame, roamed the wastelands of the West. And Hi Jolly, their friend and mentor, be it said here, was something more than Just a character. He was the symbol of an era, "Here lies Philip Todro, a Greek who embraced Islam, made the sacred Pilgrimage, and became one of the Faithful under the name of Hadjali, commonly known as. Hi Jolly. He came to Arizona as a camel driver for the U. S. Government in 1857 and died here January 23, 1903, aged 75 years." Thus reads a tablet of bronze cast by the New Cornelia Copper Company, to be erected at the place of burial, but which never found its way there. PHILIP TEDRO'S mother was a Greek and his father an Arab. Early In life he subscribed to the Mohammedan religion and changed his name to Hadjali, corrupted by the early American settlers of the Southwest to the more easily framed Hi Jolly and Hi Jolly he remained through a long and colorful career. HI Jolly came to America In the late OO's with the first consignment of several shipments of camels Imported by Jefferson Davis, then secretary of war and later president of the Confederacy, as express carriers and beasts of burden for the Army, The camels were used with varying success through a period of a number of years. Some say the flint rocks of Arizona cut their feet; that they could not stand the climate. They were finally turnod out to shift for themselves or to be killed off by stockmen and the forces of nature. The Civil War and the muleteers were really responsible for their failure. The camels throve for a time, multiplied and were useful, but at length were abandoned to the desert, Many years later, the romnants were rounded up on contract and sold to circuses and oos. The last of thorn diod in 1034 at a ripe old ago in Los Angoles. His ashes rost In a crypt In tho now monument which rises from Hi Jolly's gravo at Quartzsite, a littlo trading post out on tho Arizona desert along what was once the Hundred-Million-Dollar-Trail, tho freight road through the gold fields before tho railroads cama and now a paved highway between Phoenix and the Western CoaBt. THE STORY of the camels begins back in 1836, when a military officer suggested their use by the Army in the waterless frontier country of the Western plains. Seventeen years later, Jefferson Davis succeeded in getting an appropriation of $30,000 from Congress for their purchase. In 1855, camel buyers were sent to make the rounds of the Mediterranean ports, and In 1S50 and 1857 shipments of the beasts were landed at a port near Galveston and sent to a ranch 30 miles from San Antonio for conditioning. Tho Old Spanish Trail ran westward from Albuquerque to tho Zuni pueblo, In 1856 the secretary of war ordered a survey made of a route leading to the west along the 35th parallel, for a wagon road from Fort Defiance to California. Lieut. Edward F. Beale, an officer In the U. S. Navy during the Mexican War, was given a commission to make the survey. Twenty-five camels were assigned to him. The diary kept by Beale shows the survey followed closely the line of the present U. S. Highway 66 across Arizona. The expedition was organized at San Antonio, and on June 25, 1857, set out for Albuquerque and Fort Defiance, thence the Zuni pueblo. Beale left Zuni August 31, 1857. There were no established landmarks in Northern Arizona except the San Francisco Peaks, and from that date Beale was entirely "on his own." For feed along the way the camels had nothing except what they could pick up. They grew fat on the screwbenn mesquite of the Texas plains and throve on greasewood bushes and prickly pear through New Mexico and Arizona. Of the camels, Beale says: "Our camels, pa&ed with corn at Zuni, about 750 pounds each, page two-b O Reno Preacher Says: 'Words Aren't What They Seem' There Are Usually Several Ways to Interpret Most Anything, Brewster Adams Finds By BREWSTER ADAMS For 25 Vears Reno's Baptist Presoher A MAN thinks halt a day of something to say, A and the other half wishing he had not said it. We speak of "threads of conversation." If there to the many missives on the table) look at the congratulations." Many a truth is spoken without thought, How surprisingly facts can be tangled and twisted. I think the strangest perversion I have ever known, where every word was the truth and yet every obvious conclusion was wrong was this and names will be furnished if you doubt it. The young wife of a Methodist minister from a nearby town showed me this clipping, She was much disturbed: "Reverend -. oastor of the Mpthnrlist are such, they certainly become twisted. What knots and snarls we weave with our words! And how difficult to untangle! "Your daughter is such a homely girl," complimented our English friend, not realizing that English is something the American does not sjieak Across tho water that means "homey." Here courses by telling us how much she disliked banquets. "It Isn't the dinner," she bade us know. "One has to eat somewhere. But I hate after-dinner speeches and I loathe after-dinner speakers. They are a public nuisance. I hope they don't spoil this affair by having some tiresome air-blast bore us tonight." Now I don't want to make any claims of having ability as a speaker, as I have enough else to be ashamed of, but like all other tramps I usually have to saw wood for my meals. And It was upon mo that the toastmaster beamed with the well-worn "we have as our speaker tonight ..." I couldn't help it. Maybe Satan tempted me, but I bowed not to the toastmaster but to "our guest," who "loathed those bores who spoil a good dinner with a poor speech." It was funny, but the funniest thing was that she was right. Her sin was not in speaking an untruth but in her timing. Even the truth has to be "handled with care." Truth has a certain spontaneity. It comes, as to fools and babes, without thinking. It takes thought to be nice. HERE is a tangled yarn which has caused me many a smile and there Is a lot of real wool in it. Mamie was a loyal colored servant from the southland. She moved north with her master's family. She liked words better than she used them. Sound, not sense, was pleasing to her ears. Her master was a cantankerous, old irreconcilable. He departed this world still fighting. Many condolences, polite and well worded, came. Flowers were profuse and mourners many. My profession called for a few kind words. Eut it was Mamie who tangled with the truth, "Shuah, parson! That was sum ceremony! See the flowers and (she pointed with a proud thumb Church, won a silver cigarette case at a card party Tuesday evening at the home of Mr. and Mrs. kJO WONDER she was perturbedCigarettes and J cards are not in the Book of Permissibles. She wept and she smiled as she tried to explain. "It's true and it isn't true. It's right and it's all wrong. It happened just as it says, but who will understand how it happened ? "You see. we were invited to this party of some of our friends. They played cards, but we played with a number of others In a separate room, a game called 'cinch.' We thought that was all harmless and would not offend our hosts. "But they punched the winners for all the games and John was high man. The prize was a silver cigarette case. We didn't know it until we got home. I use it for calling cards. We didn't do a thing against our conscience, but it doesn't look good The worst is I don't see how we can correct it. The story contains facts, but not the truth What a tangle!" Our own experience with apparent but misleading facts that may easily damn us surelv should make us slow 19. judge. I have alwavs "felt how wrongly we can be condemned, withill the facts against us and still ho inn CJ Brewster Adams It means war For fool remarks I yield to none. Three visitors tame to my study recently. Two were young, apparently prospects for matrimony. My guess seemed confirmed when the youth handed me a wedding license. The third person was a woman of hidden years. Judging her to be the parent of one of the youngsters, and feeling it was lilting for her to stand with her own, 1 ventured: "Are you the mother of the young man or tht young lady ?" "Mother! Umph! (1 can't spell the sound but it was much like an explosion.) Mother! I am the bride!" THE smile was turned the other way when I sat with "a distinguished guest" at a banquet. (You could tell she was the distinguished guest, for she was tfrat disagreeable.) She cursed most of the O - "'"WVV 11 L. o O o o o 0 o o .0 O O A

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