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Show GRIM TRAGEDY OF EARLY DAYS Grim tragedy, enacted years ago, but still plainly showing phases of a probable drama of love and death, came to light when the skeletons of a woman and a man, were examined by Dell Robinson, Justice of the Peace Whipple, ex-officio coroner, Henry Rice, Jr., all of Moapa, and Under-sheriff Under-sheriff McCubrey, in the Muddy Valley Saturday afternoon. The bones were discovered first by Robinson- is a cavern on a ledge located lo-cated atop a 300 foot precipice forming one side of "The Narrows," six miles below Moapa. Robinson reported the matter to Sheriff Sam Gay, who detailed de-tailed McCubrey to investigate. What transpired in this cavern can only be left to the imagination and there enters Queho, notorious renegade Indian, outlaw and murderer, cruising far beyond his brother Pahutes. The theory has presented itself that Queho stole a white woman and was tracked to his mountain lair by the girl's suitor. suit-or. The white people were both killed, and abandoned in the cavern by the Indian. It is entirely probable that this was the first outrage committed by Queho, as it will be remembered by older residents resi-dents of this section that the outlaw began his rampage in the Moapa Valley Val-ley in 1910 killed an old man at Cres-ent, Cres-ent, stalked to the Colorado river and murdered an Indian who was supposed to have "told things" about Queho. He then crossed the river into Arizona and killed a watchman. State police were called out and much time and money spent in a futile attempt to locate lo-cate the wily slayer. Many of his cavern abodes were found but the owner never. On January 13, 1919 two men were found dead six miles north of Hesse's camp on the Colorado Queho's work again. January 21, 1919 he was supposed sup-posed to have taken the life of a woman wo-man at Nelson and then for a short time, like a desert phantom, he was felt but seldom seen. Within a month his worried Indian brothers began to look relieved. "Where's Queho?" they were asked. "Queho, he dead." they said. "How did he die?" Somebody kill him?" "Queho, he dead," was the laconic, but knowing reply. Las Vegas Age. |