Arizona weekly miner., 1875-04-09
NEW MEXICO AND ARIZONA.

gerel ought to have been shot, rather thai confined in the guard-house at Fort Union as in that case he never would have perpe trated libel on two such aspiring Territo ries as New Mexico and Arizona. The Colo rado Chieftain is responsible, and particep criainis in giving it pubicity.I Fierce Mars bid glad farewell,
 And turn my back upon Bellona To photograph in doggerel
 New Mexico and Arizona The slinging grass, the thorny plants, And all it's prickly tropic glorles; The thieying, starved inhabitants,
 Who look so picturesque in stories; The dusty, long, hot, dreary way,
 Where meath blazing sun you totter To reach camp at close of day,
 And find it destitute of water. The dying mule, the dried mp spring,
 Which novel writers seldom notice; The song of blood mosquitoes sing,
 And midnight bowling of coyotes; Tarantulas and eentipedes,
 Horned toads and piercing mesquit daggers With thOrny bushes, grass and weeds,
 To bleed the traveller as he staggers. Why paint things in rosy light,
 And never tell the simple fact thus How one sits down to rest at night
 Anu OltCu sAuilS uBOu u The night birds music, sweet and clear,
 Is over pictured not leetle; A search might prove the enchanted ear
 The habitation of a beetle. And oft at night the sentinel,
 Who, dOZing, dreams of distant battle, Is reused in fright to hear the yell
 Ot lnjins who have nipped his cattle. As desert, mountain, rock and sand
 Comprise the topographic features, Thssrn n iDf nf my md
 Except to paint the living creatures. In point of energy and sense,
 The wild Apaches are the head men, And so in fairness l commence
 To tell you something of the red men. Each mountain gulch contains hive
 Of these marauding sons of thunder, Who somehow manage and contrive
 To live upon mescal and plumber. From towering crags they watch the route
 Der which a train is slowly creeping, And, with a wild, blood-curdling shout
 Across the desert come they sweeping; But here their valor takes a turn,
 On meeting with the least resistance They shun the fight, and quickly learn
 To keep very respectful distance. The lnjin trembles when he hears
 Around his head the bullets whistle, And most unpleasant to his ears
 Is crack of carbine or of pistol. His choicest plan is where the road
 Goes through some dusky canyon, To squat in ambush like a toad,
 Surrounded by each swart companion; And when you reach their hiding place
 With noise enough to freeze the marrows To pour volley in your face
 Composed of harmless yells and arrows, But should you stand and make the fight,
 With carbine raised from of your saddle, The noble red" will take to flight,
 Nor blush to think he must skedaddle Too long my pen has dwet upon
 These foes to railroads, schools and labor, A few short years and they are gone
 Beyond the reach of prayer or saber. There is no fairer law than that
 Which gives to Caesar what is Casar's, Yet this is not land of fat
 Because the people are called Greasers, These natives, in a Yankees eyes,
 Have neither brains nor vigor, A most unhappy compromise
 Between the lnjin and the nigger. Their language is mongrel whine
 From which the meaning seems to vanish Like strength from lager beer or wine,
 A parody upon tbe Spanish. On what they live besides the air
 You may perhaps be interested, They have as queer bill of fare
 As human stomach e'er dgested. They eat frijoies, earne corn,
 And on a hogs intestines riot To,tiYas, sheep's head, hair and horns,
 With chH for their favorite diet; Pmothe, watermelon seed,
 Bad eggs, onions and piaole, But when they are hard up for feed
 They live upon mesquit beans solely. Tue Greaser seldom eats or drinks,
 His mind is wrapped in scanty clothing; Ot books he never dreams or thinks,
 And labor is his special loathing But little care he ever feels,
 So he but apes the Spanish hero, With monstrous spur upon his heels,
 And on his head huge SOn,brero. He grimly smiles at Gringo jokes,
 Though he has not single cIdco. With dignity he ever smokes
 His cigarette of bad tobacco, Smoking and lolling in the shade,
 Their lazy souls no thought perplexes; But make chimney, undismayed,
 Out of the noses of both sexes. They tell a thousand barefaced lies,
 To all the saints in heaven appealing, Confess their sins with fearful eyes,
 Devoutly pray, but keep on stealing. They go to church, believe in hell,
 Where their own torments must be hot, They play on fiddles, ring bell,
 And worship God with drums and shot. The women dress upon plan
 Resembling French Zouayes or Turcos; And thus Gods ladies and gentlemen Appear but little less than scarecrows. With face concealed from human sight, And legs exposed to all that passes, Their color varies in the light
 Between new leather and molasses. In efforts to improve the race,
 The flair ones" never seem to waver, But labor with a christian grace
 And freely give away their favor. They look on virtue as sham,
 As "free love" suits their cC nstitution If one should fall they take il calm
 And see no harm in prostitution. In filth they live and from it spring. The women breed like mice or rabbits, Which seems to be a certain thing
 With people filthy in their habits. Upon their heads in triumph reign, Great swarms of vermn fat and saucy, These rovers of the Spanish mane Cruise fearless OCT an ocean glossy, They dwell in novels built of mud, Where dogs and goats at will may wander While slop and filth, balmy flood, In streams around the door meander. Their mode of travel on the road
 Would frighten one who never met Dirty, screaming, stupid load
 Of Greasers in old cdTretta. Great wooden wheels, devoid of grease, And oxen rushing with a vengeance, A noise like forty thousand geese. Or like a score of new steam engines. They blow the soil with forked logs, For fuel dig the earth with shovels, Cut grass with hoes, chain up their hogs And keep their horses in their novels. When Gabriel plays his final trump, And all the nations are paraded |. For grand inspection in lump,