Arizona silver belt., 1883-03-31

You say i was prompted to write my "silly letter to Mir. Cox by a desire to appear mastiff in the eyes of my masters" Men who. are giants where l am pigmy, there are; men who are as much superior to me in all the clements of true manhood as l am to you, there are; but my master" does not live.
 The room in which we cook-an ac. complishment that many noble fel- low in Arizona has acquired--is below the "sanctum;" and I'll tell you what, Mir. Wilcox, that never a man yet turned his back upon it's door, while his lips asked for food. Can you say that of yourself9 you who have driven men in the cold of q winter night, off the land which the United States have placed you in charge of, and which they hold only as the trustees of God Almighty for the use of the whole people.
 Mir. Cox's connection with this affair is only that of man who rises to true knowledge of his duty as, rep resentative, and sees people who have wrongs to right outside the limits of his {, own constituency.l sent him copies of the affidavits given me, and asked him to demand an examination and 1 did hot do that until I was as. sured that the charges preferred against you, by Capt. Burgess, were pigeon-holed in the office of Secretary Teller. Idid not make any charge, at all; but do now:
 charge you with being a social outcast as far as this community is concerned (you would not be tolerated by one family here, if it were not on account of business relations) lest you, filthy lechery should polluts their fire side atmospheres; charge you, an old man and a grandfather, with de. bauching squaws who were scarcely past the limits of childhood; I charge you with outraging Christian senti' ment by publicly saying, on the streets of Globe, that "San Carlos was Meth. odist hell, so hot that even the water in the bottom of the we'll boiled;" charge you with condoning an infrac ton of the laws of the United State: in permitting your son-in-law to keer the two traders stores at San Carlos and having an interest in them your self; l charge you with attempting tht removal of the telegraph operators al Wilcox and San Carlos, the forme, because his brother and you had quar- relied, and the latter because, in the honest performance of his duty, ht refused to allow you to sec telegram' sent t, men with whom you were al variance; l charge you with endeavor ing to remove the postmaster at Sar Carlos in order to make place for youl clerk; charge yor with being con summate hypocrite, in soliciting pur chases from Mir. Henderson when yor were publicly condemning him--cod ding him and stabbing him in thu back; charge you with being the on' man in all this country, of whom have any knowledge, who has per fact poverty of honor, manlincss ant truth.
 I ask pardon of the public for th, apparent egotism shown in re-printine the following endorsement of me, by ; man who knows me well--the editol of the Epitaph:
 "The undignifed attack of Indiar Agent Wilcox on Donald Robb, editol of the SILVER BELT. through the col umns of the Star, will lower the author in the opinion of everybody who hal the pleasure of the genial and brillian Robbs acquaintance. So far from be ing "tenderfoot pilgrim" as Wilco! asserts, Mir. Robb has been a resident of this territory for six years with bu slight intervals of absence, and in tn, varied relations of prospector, miner journalist and legislator, has preserved .an unsullied record. The occasion o the journalistic assault is Mir. Robb' expose of asserted corruption at thu San Carlos agency, for which suspicio, there is the groundwork of numerous affidavits, and we will go surety fo this, that Mir. Robb makes no charg that he does not implicitly believe t. be true, for we have known him in timately and have all faith in him. MT. Wilcox has no further defens than yituperative abuse of a gentle man who is his peer in any and supe 'rior in most respects, he will find tha silence is golden"
 have done with you, sir, 50 far a any further notice of you is concerned over my own signature; editorially
 shall ''stay with you" till you ar driven from the position you so sig nally disgrace. DONALD ROBE. l
 No Pardon for Lee.