The Daily Tombstone., 1886-05-03
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1 erous rocks that at some time, carried evidently by water, have been deposit ed on the low hills in the vicinity, 6 D. parently all on end. But then one forgets the name in the town itself. It is bright, cheerful place with all the appearances of and important point that has drawn hither lots of en- terprise. The streets, the two broad principal streets, drop gently to the westward over a broad backbone slop- ing in the same direction. There are other but less important streets, run ming in the same direction, but part ly down on the sides of the backbone, and they all run parallel or nearly 50, with gentle depressions, the one on the east spreading out into wide val ley that stretches away to the distant Dragoon mountains, that On the west forming q hollow, hardly so abrupt as the word gulch seems to convey and beyond which rises the high hill that has proved the treasure house that has made Tombstone noted place. Transverse streets rise from the hol- low and cut the others at right angles, losing themselves OF the eastward slope and forming the town in to reg ular squares. These streets seem paved by nature with sort of gravel, cement and broken rock and evidently are innocent of mud the year round The buildings look hurried, substan- tial, often, have a brisk business look and carry attractive yet modest fronts It is a clean place. The housekeep- CTS are thrifty, evidently. And what an atmospherel Light, exhilarating. But then you are , 1000 feet above the level of the sea, they say. Sometimes the hreezes whirl through these broad streets and around these fine square rmocks with remarkable energy, but mot often. And the water? Nectar fit for the gods. The distant Huachu
 cas, thirty miles away to the south 
 ward, laying their Hanks in the sunny skies of Mexico and embracing in their gorges and mantled upon their high peaks the pure white bridal rodes of virgin snow, pour their tribute of pure, bright sparkling waters, forever, upon this little city. How bright !! How pure! One would almost swear that Jupitor Pluvius himself was su- perintending the great still of nature up in the tops of those distant blue mountains. There are few cities on the continent that enjoy such perfect water as Tombstone; probably not one. And there ere no cities of her 6ize that have the energy to go thirty miles after their water and get it in such perfect condition. It's worth the cost; yes, every year it is worth all it costs. Would she lose it for hun dred times its cost? Taking into con- sideration the abstract ideaEof a place to live, could money buy her water? The mines, these fabulous mines would go first. Contrary 10 the iron tier custom, contrary to the moral law of mining camps, contrary 10 the in- stncts of Arizonans, the people of Tombstone do drink water-some- i times. They can't help it. 4 sip oI
 it is enough to make a temperance lecturer.
 There are good restaurants in the toWn-white restaurants first class : restaurants. These people feed well , up here. Yes, away up here, where the raw material must needs be car ried from distant markets hundreds of mics away, men live better, on an average, than in the midst of the grain field, the orchard and the herd
 Content your soul-your stomachs rather-and feed in peace; voul apetite, keen as it may be, will be measured by the cost of like accomo. dauon anywhere else throughout the
 broad west. With such air and such water and such feed, what could you expect from men. Vigor? Unlimited Generosity2 Unlimited. Virtue? Un. limited. Vengeance? Unlimited Down there, you see that telegraph pole 6 few hundred feet below the court house? That is a gallows. The cOul of a rglsf1 g,Ter,onfnI cf ,.,u,,,..fl, .,