The weekly Arizona miner., 1868-09-26

of lhe olden time. Jos Burroughs and Charles Richter tis needless to say that we ate Q hearty supper and were well treated that night. for of all people ArizOnians are the most hospitable, generous and attentive tO guests Next day tn company with Mr. Rice, and Mir Bowers, the owner of the ranch. we took tramp through the corn, examined 1t carefully, and came to the con clusion that it was hard Co beat Just imagine stalks l2 Eond l4 feet high, thicdy got in the ground. and upon the stalks in every hill from to l2 and II ears of corn; that too when it has had but little attention paid it while growing. Ever since Bowers Bros, came in possession ot this ranch, from 10 to 30 men have been employ ed upon it or connecte dwithit in one way or an other and they have been well fed well paid and comfortably housed. For nearly q year there were from 800 to 500 head of oxen, horses and mules upon the place, and Indians watched, night and day, to get them, but they never sue ceedcd in getting as much as one hoof
 Saturday morning. our team was hitched mp. our wagon loaded with melons, sweet corn and other delcacies. and aiOer bidding adiew 10 our friends we took the road for Prescott but on ar irving at Lery's ranch. instead of taking the short road over the hills, we took the road mp the valley. which is better bat longer. This val ley is nearly 20 miles in length by about in width, is covered with thick, luxurant growth of grass. and almost every acre Of it is capable of producing corn. wheat, barley. oats. potatoes etc. and all person has to do is to go there and pick choice spot for a farm. In the upper end of the valley there Is no running stream. but water stands in holes nearly the whole year round and it is reasonable Co suppose that by digging Q short distance water in abundance would be found. Besides the ranches under cul- tivation. several more are 1" taken up" but there is plenty more left
 On leaving Woolsey Valley and ascending the hills overlooking Granite creek the stream upon which Prescott stands. the view is grand impress sye and beautiful in the extreme As the eye sweeps down the stream, ihe country viewed is one vast open prairie. dotted here and there with clumps of trees, nice frame houses. immense fields of corn, and now and then small band of cattle, horses and mules. which the ind- ans have not yet succeeded in gobbling. A It. tie to he lett is that vast pile of reddish rock, covering thousands of acres, and through which Granite creek cuts its way To the west. Granite Mountain, raises its bald. colossal head high above it's fellows. while to the south the high densely wooded range of mountains that con tain hundreds of gold and silver bearing lodi, of quartz rock pierce the sky. The scene is grand beyond description the prospect pleasing and the thoughts engendered by gazing upon 1t noble good and great. Yet reader one blight ing blasting curse hangs over this fair country Q curse that has kept it from being settled. de- yeloped and improved as it should be-ihe curse 0f the hostile Indian, whose wild waF-whoop is too frequently heard within its boundaries, whose stealtbx. tread is heard in its thickes the moment before Dc pounces upon his victim. To combat an open. brave generous foe is something sub lime but Co guard against q sneaking coward ", murderous foe, is labor of great trials. con- stant watching and fatiguing exercise. To be ever on the alert for danger is wearisome, and our people are weary of it We must get rid of Indians before We can become Sruy happy and prosperous, and in order 10 do that thcy must be fought to the bitter end. But we have di- gressed and must go home. and in order to do SO we have tO cross Granite creek which we do and alight at the house of Mir. Ed. Bowers to find that in the past year great Improvements have been made here. About dark we pitched up, and set out for Fort whppie. distant about six miles. IL was the intention of Mir. Bowers and myself to pass through the ranches in Willow and Whpple valleys in daylight. but detention on account of lame horse prevented our doing so. and we had to pass many beautiful ranches without being able 10 see them. Next morning, after making the acquaintance of Lieut.. Weston, and chatting with the other officers, we drove up to town. and. would you believe it. Prescott looked to us every inch town. Its tall pine trees its neatly painted cottages, substantial stores, nice gardens and busy streets made us feel like chanting
 "Home, sweet home,
 There is no place like homel"
 and of truth there is no other town in Arizona that can compare with Prescott. and no country so rich and beautiful as that which surrounds it. Let her people be of good cheer. advance their standards and the wickies of the savages will soon be as scarce as hens teeth. Reader, if you are troubled with the blues take a trip to the country spa what Our nohlp pionpnrz have oe