View of John S. Hazen
took the examination for the service in June immediately after
my graduation from the Kansas State Agricultural College, was
appointed the last of August, and was assigned to Pittsburgh
temporarily thence to Savannah, GA, then to Hatteras, NC, Nashville,
TN, Ft. Apache, Ariz., Santa Fe, N.M., San Francisco, Calif.,
Des Moines, Ia., Springfield, Mo., Tampa, Fla., and Canton,
and heroic deeds have been scarce articles with me. Perhaps
the most outstanding incident in my career was at Ft. Apache
when I was ordered out to make an inspection of the telegraph
line south from the fort with a detachment of three troopers
as escort. This was during the time when the Apache Indians
were not especially tractable.
had made the trip of about fifty miles during the day without
incident but on making camp, I cut in on the line with a pocket
telegraph outfit and immediately got a frantic call for me to
return at once to the post. We were all tired enough to quit
but there appeared nothing else to do but return so after feeding
and giving a rub down to the horses, getting our supper, and
taking an hours rest we started on the fifty mile trip back.
It was a weird trip of mountains and trees, plains and cacti,
passing at one point the charred remains of a wagon train, which
had been destroyed a short time before.
only untoward incident attending the night trip occurred about
three a.m. when one of the horses was noticed to be without
a rider but on returning a short distance the trooper was found
sitting in the road somewhat dazed but not hurt. He said he
had been asleep but didn't know how long.
reached home just as the sun was coming up the next morning
and found the man from Cooleys, who had been sent down to take
my place, had proceeded to get gloriously drunk soon after his
arrival and had continued so in spite of the guard. On entering
the office he was seated at the key, and alternating between
swearing a steady stream, copying a portion of a message and
tearing up same when he failed to get it. I don't remember how
long he had been thus occupied but the office looked as if there
were literally hundreds of partially copied messages torn up
and scattered throughout the room.
message which I finally got was from the War Dept. ordering
out a troop of cavalry to subdue a small Moqui uprising. After
watching the troop depart, I turned in and slept until night.
comes to mind now the one told on Hayden when he first went
into the service of how he was found locked in a closet and
down on his knees praying for support after having broken every
thermometer but one on the station. It seems he had started
to whirl the maximum and the psychrometer at the same time with
the result that every thermometer in the shelter was broken.
He rushed to the office and while making his selection from
the remainder managed to step on three more.
the following on the man from Texas who could not get a leave
to go fishing but went anyway. He made an artistic series of
six observations coded same and filed in Western Union, first
carefully explaining to the clerk that he was to send them in
serial order one each morning at seven a.m. The man then starts
on his fishing trip unconscious of the workings of fate.
clerk carrying with him the careful explanation of how to send
these messages was called away the next day. A new clerk finding
the bunch of his desk the following morning fired the whole
lot in. Result; an Inspector with a lieutenants uniform and
proper credentials waiting at the door for him when he returned.
A trying hour for Mr. Texas and a shift in scenery.