Gazetteer
Housing Units (2000): 373
Land area (2000): 17.882967 sq. miles (46.316670 sq. km)
Water area (2000): 0.000000 sq. miles (0.000000 sq. km)
Total area (2000): 17.882967 sq. miles (46.316670 sq. km)
FIPS code: 47920
Located within: New Mexico (NM), FIPS 35
Location: 33.157440 N, 105.780482 W
ZIP Codes (1990): 88340
Note: some ZIP codes may be omitted esp. for suburbs.
Headwords:
Mescalero
Wikipedia
Mescalero is the fourteenth studio album by the American rock band ZZ Top. It was released on September 8, 2003, as the band's final release for RCA Records. While the band still retained their foundation in blues rock, Mescalero explored genres like country and Tejano. Recording sessions took place at Foam Box Recordings in Houston, with Billy Gibbons as producer.
Mescalero or Mescalero Apache is an Apache tribe of Southern Athabaskan Native Americans. The tribe is federally recognized as the Mescalero Apache Tribe of the Mescalero Apache Reservation, located in south central New Mexico.
In the nineteenth century, the Mescalero opened their reservation to other Apache bands, such as the Mimbreno and the Chiricahua, many of whom had been imprisoned in Florida. The Lipan Apache also joined the reservation. Their descendants are enrolled in the Mescalero Apache Tribe.
Mescalero is a Native American tribe.
Mescalero may also mean:
- Mescalero language
- Mescalero, New Mexico, a census-designated place in the United States
- Mescalero Escarpment, an escarpment on the western edge of the Llano Estacado
- The Mescaleros, Joe Strummer's back-up band
- Mescalero (album), by ZZ Top
- Cessna T-41 Mescalero, a 1960s vintage U.S. Air Force single-engine piston-prop primary flight trainer derived from the civil-market Cessna 172
- Applebay GA-111 Mescalero, an American glider, of which one prototype was built in 1975
Usage examples of "mescalero".
Whose Eyes See More had been until very recently the wise man, or shaman, to a subtribe of the Mescalero Apaches, who lived among the jagged red canyons of the land that had once been called New Mexico.
He was eighteen years old and fiercely proud of his warrior heritage, proud of being a fighting man of the Mescalero Apaches.
The Mescalero youth had never had a white woman before, and his loins surged at the thought.
Her distress brought the first smile that any of them had seen to the mouth of the Mescalero war chief.
During the span of those Mescalero alive during the brief time of the last world war, all was peace.
Pony Rides Far, had ordered the young men of the Mescalero to keep clear of the whites.
The sounds of the Mescalero camp outside the walls of baked clay drifted from them until the whole world was the music.
Ryan exclaimed, jumping to his feet as he saw the Mescalero warrior vault lightly onto the back of his pony.
They saw the first bullet hit home, somewhere near the shoulder, spinning the Mescalero around, the sword pitching from his fist to land point first in the earth.
The long scar across his cheek pulsed, and his eye raked the Mescalero like a rabid laser.
There was no doubt that the Mescalero saw the General as the physical embodiment of evil, and that his corpse would give them a greater will to fight against the whites.
The Mescalero girl was at his side before he could even begin to straighten up.
I, Cuchillo Oro, war chief of the Mescalero Apache people, will be there with only one companion.
The Anglos were regarded as honored guests, and the women of the Mescalero almost fought for the chance to bring, them food and drink, or to wash or mend any of their clothes that were showing the strain of their ceaseless traveling.
Ryan muttered, picking his way between the Mescalero toward the wickiup.