The weekly Arizona miner., 1869-11-27

ampa, and Big Bug creeks take their rise. From the summit, to the Big Bug Mining | Company's mill, is about five miles, and the road is nearly all the way down hill We arrived at the mill without accident, and found Governor Stafford and party (who left Prescott a short time before we took our de- parturc therefrom) resting themselves aiter q ride into the hills to see the mines. The Governor expressed himself highly pleased with what he had seen. Knowing every hole and corner in Big Bug District, we took our stranger friends around and showed them the Eugene, Big Bug, Galena, Dividend, Tlcon deroga, Independence, Chaparral and other lodes. They were nightly tickled, and while gazing down one of the shafts of the Golena, gave vent to their admiration of the lode and its straight, slick walls, in expressive adjec- tivcs. Next, we pointed to the locality where the Indians, in June '64, captured, tortured and murdered Jones' the place where they attacked n pack-train, killed all but one of the packers, and drove or the mules; then, the ruins of the old cabin in which seven white men were attacked by force of nearly 900 Indians, on the morning of July 9th, 1865, when severe fight, which lasted nearly three hours, cnsued, and the whites were successful.
 We stopped that night at the mill, and next morning, examined the work done by the company since their last attack upon the District. New houses had been erected, and old ones remodolled; the machinery, etc, of the mill had been overhauled roads to tim Der and mines had been constructed, at great cost showing, plainly, the faith of the own CTS of the mill and lodges, in the success of the enterprise. The Superintendent, MT. Hes 1 lep, was unwell, and owners and employees were eagerly hoping for his recovery, as with out his labor, advice and knowledge, the mill could not run. NIT. Hitchcock (One of the Company, and T. w. Boggs, were running things, and working like beavers, but they lacked that knowledge that is only acquired by long study and experience, and, of course, could not save all the free gold, so the mill has been ''shut down.
 Previous to leaving Prescott, it was the understanding that the Governors party and ours should visit Turkey creek, Silver Noun tain and Walnut Grove District. but the ill., ness of tho Governor prevented him from carrying out his programme. He was afflicted with Tucson fever, and had to get back to
 Prescott, So, we bade him goodbye and set out for Turkey Creek. On we went, down
 Big Bug Creek, past the grave of a man who ' in '64, accidentally shot and killed himself while picking wild cherries, The old Mexi.
 can camp was soon reached. Most of the old
 huts had fallen down; grass, brush and weed:
 had grown up, and the place, ,-once the bus.
 jest, largest mining camp in the mountains was deserted by its former inhabitants, The long, deep rayne out of which they took
 many thousands of dollars worth of gold dust
 became, for them, too poor to pay, so they left for other parts. Yet, that same gulch i,
 yet rich in gold, and will continue to pay
 American sluice-miners for many years tC come. With saddened heart, at seeing tn, old camp in which we had passed so many
 happy days and nights, deserted, we rode on past Grapevine creek, and that beautiful spot Cottonwood Grove. Thought of the fgh , that had taken place, little below it, be tween some soldiers, citizens and Indians, il '67, and felt pleased to know that the white , got the best of the fight. We soon afte ] left Big Bug, with its small but rich valleys , grassy mesas and hill-sides, and struck ou over rolling prairie country, clothed witt 1 grass, brush, and stunted trees. The noun tains and hills through which Black Canyol 3 courses, were seen to the southeast; to tn 5 east, we discovered the timber ringing of tn 9 Agua Eric, and thought of the delightful val ? leys through which that stream runs. Man 9 of those valleys have been transformed int s fine ranches, and, despite the hostility of tn 7 Apaches, the settlements upon it's banks ar { progressing. Black Canyon--ominous name e No sound of industry is now heard within tn, $ boundaries of the district of which thou ar the principal stream. Thy rich lodes an, : placers are neglected, but the time win com f when they will be worked with profit. NJ T sooner had we withdrawn our gaze from tn , east, and glanced at the road upon which VI
 were travelling, than we beheld the noun,
 beneath which lies the remains of three mel a murdered here by the Apaches couple o s years ago. They were, Roy Jay, Wm. Trah ]. ern, and another man, whose name we do not ! recollect. From this place to the Bully Buen, s mill, on Turkey creek, the road passes owe many fine-looking valleys, beautiful creeks