During the Gold Rush Days of the 1850's, a wagon train was driving out to California through Arizona in the middle of Summer. They were having hard times because of shortage of water and food. One evening, they arrived at a place on the Eastern edge of Arizona and settled down for the night. The place was cool and had lots of water. Everyone was happy and enjoying themselves.
In fact, they were so happy that they decided to just settle there for good, instead. One guy raise the question of what they should name the place. After a long discussion, they agreed to name it after the first guy who'd show up in the morning.
They went to bed early and got up before dawn to wait. Someone did show up at a distance. In the dim light, it looked like he was carrying a riffle on his shoulder. To protect themselves, they all train their own riffle at him, too. When he got within about 500 yards, someone in the group had a nervous finger and fired a shot at him. They man fell. They others yell, "What the hell did you shoot him for. Let's hurry and run over there to get his name before he dies!"
When they got there, they realized that it was not a riffle this black man was carrying. It was just a stick he used to carry his back pack and he was dying. One of the guy walked up to him and yelled, "Hey, man, don't die yet. Tell us you name. We want to name this town after you!"
Although the black guy was dying, he took a deep breath and said, "YUMAAaaaaa..." and then died!
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