The weekly Arizona miner., 1881-06-03
PRESCOTT TO ILLINOIS.
Letter from Ar-. c. ". BeAca.1
ROCHELLE. May 24th-

eoS IeAilhhIlS the old timer or ne
 conner upon departing or entering the Cap to tal of Arizona, that here justice Is mete IT. out, souls united, disputes settled and fai Ss play dished out at all times and under al
 circumstances The pine clad hills are sool ng passed and left behind, and We are rollin, re along through the valleys south and west O ,n Prescott, made fresh and beautiful by Id lively shower of welcome rain. On we r, S. and down that-to the county of Yavap4i- -e dlsgraceful road and grade, Antelope Hill .r Wickenburg, once lively mining town. Ii al reached in the evening, as the sun has sheC ?, It's last rays Tn the western horizon. We 0 try to forget the place and the cruel deed. D. perPetrAted by the Apaches along the Has. 1t SAyamp, but the image of poor George t Taylor, who was cruelty tortured to death.
 VIvIdly comes up, and former deeds of crime F. are fresh m our memory. We shudder. as
 we pass the spot where brave Gus Swain e breathed his last Then We pass the cabin
 where the Indians killed young Greedy, and m lew moments are at Seymour, and leave
 the noted and historic stream after which SO [ many old Hassayampers are named-a classic
 name, indeed. Just before daylight we are
 shown the place where Hanna, freighter.
 with two companions, were murdered by the Apaches and the train burned. In half an
 hour more the driver calls out: At Cal
 derwoCds" At nine o'clock We are rolling
 through the wide, well regulated and shady
 streets of Phenix. We alight in front of
 Ganzs hotel and are ushered into his elegant parloS, which, to be candid, are surprise.
 indeed, to us. Let's here recommend Gang
 and his well-appointed hotel to the travelling
 public. Ben Butler, of Prescott, superin. |
 tends the eating department of the hotel. |
 and It yies well with the tables in the large l
 cities We have visited east of New Mexico. |
 lay over of one day is made imperative at
 Pheni1 for rsstand entertaining oldacquaint-
 ances, including Mir Luke and his excellent | lady Miss Ida Burnett, Judge Tweed, Judge Porter, James Stewart and numerous others Once more upon the road and We find.
 after five hours ride, our stage journey at
 an end, and hear the welcome whistle of the
 train approaching from California. All on
 board Is the command, and We are bounding
 away at the rate of % miles an hour in the
 direction of the ancient and honorable
 pueblo of Tucson, where we breakfasted,
 and once more move ln the direction of the rising sun We pass over a country undu-
 lating in appearance, with here and there a
 Ia a,.f L.. 1 the ground to mark the resting place of some early pioneer or emigrant who yielded up sweet life in a cause dear to us all who have lived m the West and given a helping hand $ the hills of the Rockies. At last Deming IS t reached, the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe : line taken and goodbye extended to the | Southern Pacific. Here We find elegant par n Tor coaches, attentive porters, but the coun- c try Is barren, hot and dusty We close our a eyes upon the hills and mountains of Ari- U zona to awake on the morn and behold for the r first time the Grand River of the North o not so much of river after all. The trip u Is not worthy of note until We arrive in the '' valley nearing Albuquerque, where is said T .o be hne farms and vineyards, but owing to h, 'asslng this section in the night We see
 lothlng of what VIZ have heard so much
 'raised. We breakfastod at tho junction of he santa Fe branch. IL rained hard all ;a night, but the early morn found us in a regll- be ar snows storm, the hills and plains being coy W, red three inches. Again We are oil. An hours u Ide We see to the north, and in the dis TI -hee' l'e Iuiils "l the old fecos church, foI nee the home "f Montczuma, at least of tiv IS followers. Las Vegas Is reached. and 10 le rain still comes down. We pass large m' elds of grain just budding from the ground. b,. nd q country which seem. to be fairly alive OK ith sheep. The grass Is waving and green. eo, here, last year, II IS said, not a stem was the be seen daI Rattoon IS reached, and We ascend t. an , tltude which gives the place an appearance in nIlar to our own town of Prescott Up We dat at the rate of l90 feet to the mile Two l lge steam horses carry us along, one in the gro 'nt and the other in the rear. As the sun the tes its face behind the slvery waters be- the nd the shores of Alaska We pass the home Mir, an early pioneer in the West Ii is that clas Iam Hicklin, whom you, no doubt. know. in | IS said that he has lived here for the last 1t III or +0 years. His home Is on the old pool nta Fe road via the Rattoon route Mrs Morning finds us at the Arkansas river and r eyes are looking of in every direction. .. nothing can We see except broad praries
 the blue outlines of the Sierras We passed
 day before. Here the grass IS fine. and I", rywhere We behold large herds of cattle ~ ,,''' Y grazing and fattening on the game.
 pass through Kansas, that lovely coun- under high state of cultivation, and ted here and there with handsome vii IT ,S and cities, providing homes of comfort offic, plenty for an industrious people We office ve al Kansas city. nicely located. on the otfici ks of the how very muddy Misssouri. not ! stop here four hours, during which time
 have far opportunity of seeing much SI
 shipr ''0' '-' tue 'hs ana 'H f"r Oouncil up c -is. have heard Tom Fitch mention viz: ''river of iron but until now never
 Y realized what It was We behold the Ih ltry between Kansas City and St. Joe ,,~, , cct ocean. Houses barns. fences. rail mept $ and everything under water The
 and vcl,o-d" are left destitute. and all In ccount of the little re.f,.c, ,b. ..,eTio,r. ship the Missouri have had for tb. s,,,L If anon; w arrive at Council Bluffs and bard M, finally rs,.b p'.Iri, oo VI, '-' ,'ii, the
 'NN'''t 't'r '''' nuts west fi r.-l .