The Arizona sentinel., 1883-06-23

looms up before us, and old Pica- cho Peak is not near as grand looking as it appears at Yuma. Capt. Burlington, Gen'l. Super intendent of the Royal Mining Co., meets us and tenders to all the Inequalities of his place. In a few minutes walk the mIlf is reached and we'll worthy is it of visit. The fifteen stamps do noble work, the result of which was kindly shown ny MT. Smith the efficient amalgamator. Twenty tons of gold quartz is worked here per day, and only $l.5O per ton goes into the tail- ings. The result of this cannot fail to enrich the lucky owners, one of whom, Mr. BahcOck, was aboard the steam ar and will re- main at Picacho for sometime. To one side of the store is solid hill of stone. Steps are being cut to the top, which is perfectly fat and upon which a magnificent residence is being erected. The building is nearly finished, and
 is model of elegance and com- fort; large portion of the credit must be given to our old friend Capt, f. w. Smith the builder in charge. The genial Captain is as Happy as clam and industrious as beaver. We are soon Way Ing our adieus to the good people of PIcacho and by sun down we see the black smoke and hear the rumble of the magnificent B. R. & P. M. Go. 40 ton smelter at
 EORToN's LANDING.
 The plank hardly touches shore before rush is made to see the magnificent building erected un- der the enterprising direction of Franklin J. Clark. The structure is built entirely of brick moulded and burned on the river bank. It is an imposing edifce, and the engine, under the able m mInage- ment of Messrs. Cnffey and Sher- idan, runs smoothly. Judge Crawford kindly undertakes to be our guide, and a good one he proves to be. What a host of Silent boys we meet! Buffum, Doherty, Harper, Hicks, Glenn
 eDts, and host of others, ali smiling and happy, with that 'I told you so" expression on their faces, pointing towards the stack of high-grade bullion, the fruit of the furnaces tOil. The supper bell on the steamer soon calls us to the performance of duty we owe to oar country, our people and 10 ourselves. Capt. Godfrey gives the order to "tie loose" and make a landing at the wood-yard half mile above Nerton's. At night the courteous and efficient gentleman in charge of the shelter, Mir. Livingstone, accom- panied by the ever-happy and jovial McD1ugall, visit Us. But d little while afterwards Dr. Stanley, accompanied by his charming wife, join the group on the steamer. The conversation was bright and spirited, and after a short stay "huen0s noches" Was said. But no; it is d mistake: no sleep yet. Someone has induced that affible young man, Walter Douglas, to come aboard, banjo and all. So the poor tired out purser, Fred. HubbelI, is awak- ened from his slumbers by the sweet melody of aD old Spanish ballad, and with cry of "Hello!" soon joins the singing, blending his rich voice with the already splendid music. From the side of the steamer a bright bloOd-red pathway can ba seen on the :iver, and on looking the cause is seen in the reflection on the water of the molten slag that is belching out from the great smelter, The tout ensemble forms scene as wierd as one of the most thrill ing in Dante's Inferno. In few short hours all aboald the boat is still and quiet. When morning appears the steamer is already under way, and by eight o'clock the whistle siunaiS that A land in U