|"One day a party of Apache Indians was ambushed by an enemy
tribe. The Apaches fought bravely but were greatly outnumbered and were driven to the top
of a very high mountain. Their arrows were gone, and they could fight no longer. Refusing
to be taken captive, they leaped, as one, from the cliffs to the rocks below.
The Apache women, grief-stricken over the death of their brave warriors, shed torrents of
tears. The tears became petrified and turned to stone."
Bartenbach, Rockhound Trails, Atheneum, 1977, p. 55