Weekly Arizona citizen., 1880-11-20

para, leaving nlm exposed ana com
 posed of nothing but natures handi
 werk, rMe model of Adam as h' 1 first appeared on earth, sans leaves
 sans clothes, sans everything, but
 poor sample of an honest miner seek
 irg wealth in the 6 Old Hat.
 Morning broke at last and we arose
 4 mountain bath in clear water, {
 number one swig from bottle number
 two, and we were ready for breakfas
 and such a breakfast. Twas re,
 petition of our supper on a grandel
 scale, and ate until my suspender:
 cried m agony, Oh God! can such
 things be-? Echo answered murmur
 ingly from the silver-freighted hills,
 "Quein Sabe." At 9 o'clock we started
 for the upper camp and Stone Cabin
 we arrived Tn due time and put up our
 team, or rather put cut our team, at ! tached, like a sheriff's claim, to long
 ropes, and with a reposing trust in | Providence and horse sense that they would eat what came handIest, we
 tramped away. l use the word tramp
 in its literal sense, for we tramped,
 studied geography with our feet for ] six mortal hours. They told US
 PinaforicallY speaking-innocent and
 guileless miners that they were-that
 the Imperial mine was only q little ! jog over the hill; a mere trife, as
 'twere; sort of a pasear of Sunday
 afternoon, a quiet walk with the chil- dren, so to speak. And I, verdant as
 the hills around me, believed them,
 and started on our promenade. Suf-
 fering Savior on the cross I would not take that walk again for all of Tomb stone and Old Hat Straight up to-
 ward heaven (where I was a total
 stranger), threO thousand eight hun dred feet, lies the Imperial mine in its majesty and wealth; but to reach it you follow a trail that twists around the mountaln-like stripes on a bar
 Der pole. There is absolutely no wind on that trail, at least I could find none
 l pumped hard 10 fill my lungs at every step and wheezed like a busted hand-Organ, and finally reached the mine with not wind enough in me to swear decently we'll for the occasion.
 The Imperial Mine is literally "too high for my nut" But it is 6 noun. tain of mineral and gold-paylng quartz. The miro is immense, and beyond the ken of any expert in the land. The whole country and char acter of quartz reminds me of Aurora, Nevada, and believe fully as rich as that once famous district. 4 Califor- mia company owns the Empire mine, but, unlike Californians as a rule, they are putting up little oue-horse prospect mIll for the property, while in point of truth there is ore enough in sight to warrant a twenty stamp mill. Gentlemen, brace up and give Pima County a lift. Put up mill not for coffee-but for quartz that will pay you well. HWe crme down from the mine wiser and more tired men than when we went up. It seems easy enough to go down $500 feet to earth and venison. Reader, have you tried il' If not, just go it a mess. See where your boot heels will be, see where your trembling knees will be, see where your twisted, jolted carcass will be, see where you will wish to God and Sharon you would be-in a hotel reclining on couch of down, and a dinner a la carte awaiting your rested self. We did not come down | on the trail, but picked out route of | our own, and I will candidly confess that It was a dashed bad pick, and | twas mingled pride and determina- ton that kept me anywhere near my companions, whose knowledge (un- known to mel that a swell dinner was awaiting our arrival spurred them on to a lively go-as-you-please gait, en- tirely antagonistic to yours, truly" and I am not particularly struck after any more of that kind of travelling either.
 I managed, however, 10 get my aching limbs under the well-spread table that was already set for us as quicl as they, and having lasted and walked for ten hours, felt hollow clear down to my baots, which now ex- plains 10 the astonished hostess why the venison and brown gravy was passed 10 me six times. Then there was crisp biscuit, sweet butter, baked pntatoes, and-and-and-well it makes me hungry even now to hall remember all there was at that we'll served dinner, gracefully presided over by Mrs, Sweetman and daughter. NIr. Mahar, the Superintendent for the California Company, was absent, but his son kindly showed us many attentions, as also did the stage driver, who is part owner of the Apache Girl, a mine so rich that he thinks of buying American Girl D for his near leader. After eating un- iii we weighed as much as Hancock, and feeling in better spirits probably 1 than that gallant general, VIC hitched up the rested team and gaily drove away from pleasant people, and, in my opinion, rich, and in the near future, c prosperous mining camp, ,ddino wealth 10 our country and joy