The Arizona champion., 1890-03-15
HASSAYAMPA.
A Brief History of this Fam
 out Water Course.
COMMUNICATED.
EDITOR CHAMPIONS.

that had the night mare one night about fotr weeks ago, I went on top of the house, fell off and broke my leg.
 While laying in bed, nursing the broken limb and kicking at myself and everything generally, I would think of the past and present, l would think of the winter we are having, and the prospects, of the summer we are going to have, and I would think of the history of our county politics, then I would get mad and almost wish that the other leg was broken so as to make life more miserable but when I heard of that great misfortune at Walnut Grove my thoughts, turned to that, land have been wrapped up in that ever since. The amount of people drowned are estimated at the last accounts to be 5l persons drowned and the sum of Sl,00O,O0O swept away by this fearful flood.
 1 have been acquainted in that part of the country for nearly Is years, in l678-9 I had COW camp about half mile from where the big dam was built. When I think of the history the Hassayampa will have for its loss of life and property I also think of it's past history. It was prospected in 1864 by Capt. Walker and party, a man by the name of Rod McKiunan who was with the party, told me how the creek got it's name.
 He said while they were explor- ing, the country where Walnut Grove is, the party met Pima In dian. They asked the Indian about gold and about the mountains at the head of the creek. The h. dian in his way of telling would say Hassayampa, Hassayampa, and would make motions with his hands as if to say Higher up! Higher upl So the party named the creek "Hassayampa," but that was only the commencement of its history for years after, during what was called the dark and bloody days of Arizona the Hassayempa never failed to have her share of blo2d shed caused by the murderous Apach es. I could fill your entire paper with sketches of early history on the Hassayampa. I will hand you some verses, written by the mother of miner who was murdered on that creek, which will perhaps explain the history of one pioneer on the Has, sayampa. AL. DOYLE.
 Death of wm. E. DennisOn. Oh! lay me down on the messy ground Where my darling breathed his last; And tell me not of his tragic lot, That his dream of home is past. Los Angeles mail, and the Indian trail The tomahawk arrow and gun The telegram wild, with the death of our
 chlId, Oh! the horrible fate of my son! Oh! loved wild trees, with your palmy
 leaves, Did you pillow his dying head? Did you hear him breathe through your
 trembling leaves: "Tell brother 1 am dead?" Sweet, balmy breeze, did you give him
 ease,
 Did you fan his sisters brother? Did you hear him cry, as you hurried by, "Oh! wait me to my mother?" Hassayanpa creek, with your waters fleet Your rivulets and your brooks. Dld you hear him sigh as you murmured
 by,
 Did you heed those longing looks? Oh! Hassay ampa creek, with your waters
 meek.
 Did you b2the his fathers son! Did you hear him say, as he passed away, "Qh Lord, Thy Will be done?" Brave pioneers. you've been with him
 for years;
 Did you dream of that peril sorest, AS you wended your way to the hill
 where he lay,
 To die all alone ip the forest? As his body ye bore to the old cabin
 door,
 Did your torches bum bright at his
 coming?
 Did his old dog Tray tear :his mantle
 away,
 To welcome the song he left humming? Oh! Arizona wild, you have mm dercd
 ny child?
 Loved Prescott, you've nobly received
 him.
 Oh! watch OCT his grave, those relics 10 He slumbers where nothing can grieve
 him.
 Dear child of our fondest hopes, fare
 the we'll!
 Thou hast left thy kindred dear, In lano of strangers far, to dwell,-
  Blave William, rest thee there, Where the wild flowers mingle their
 odors sweet,
 And ,he buttercups filled With dew, Together weep for thlne early sleep, Natural tears for you. Where the sweet birds carol their morn
 ing song,
 And the Weeping willow waves The large rain drops, from its lone tr.e
 top
 Over poor William Denison's grave, Then. rest thee, darling, rest thee there, Meath thy quiet lonely bed; Rest thee, William, rest thee there, With the pioneers low and dead. No more shall we welcome that well
 known voice,
 As thy stay was here not long;