The Arizona champion., 1891-03-07
TWO CHATEAUX.
Differences Noted only on h.
 vestigation.
\ PLACE THAT,SHOULD BE CALLED 4 RANCH
The Tourist Liable to be Deceived by a
 High Sounding Name.

France is full of chateaux, under which name are included great variety of buildings, so great that when you hear of a place so called you do not at all know what to expect. Information is always hard to get in foreign land. and the human mind rebels against perpetual confession of ignorance, so that its owner is apt to accept with smile of intelligence instructions in 8 strange language that convey but shadow of meaning to the nearer, and to trust to experience as the best teacher. leave it to any candid reader to say, if he would know which promised the most, the Chateau of the Pharos or the Chateau of St. Eulalie? Yet one is a palace, and the other-but let me not anticipate.
 A PLEASANT PLACE TO BE SICK.
 On one cape of the magnificent bay that includes Marseilles and her harbors, and overlooking them all from its hill, stands the Chateau of the Pharos, giving us an unexpected reward for our difficult walk between quays, fortresses and lighthouse, in its elegance and quiet se- clusion. The palace is closed now, and stands as peacefully in it's extensive and well kept park as if it were miles away from the busy city-a handsome Renais- sance edifice, far more attractive than many more famous royal residences. It belonged to the Empress Eugenie, and after the fall of the empire was given by her to the city of Marseilles, to be used as hospital. 1 believe it has not yet been fitted up for that purpose; at any rate, it is not now in use. It is finely situated for hospital, in such an open, healthy location; it would be almost worth while to be sick in order to recover in such pleasant spot.
 THE OTHER KIND.
 It was while we were at Hyeres that we heard of the Chateau of St. Eulalie. Attracted by the poetical name we re- solved to visit it, although it was repre- sented as rather too distant for walk. But with such an object in view we would take the best part of the day, start early, and give up our lunch. Fol lowing the directions given, we proceeded down the beautiful valley of Hyeres, between the summits of Costa Bella and the mountains of the Moors, the latter name so suggestive of the times when all this land was racked by piratical incursions of those savage marauders. Crossing the rapid little Gapand river after two or three miles walk, and fol- lowing its banks, we looked in all direc- tions for the stately edifce we expected to show its towers above the yellow sycamores, but in vain. Finally, being directed by the most polite of French cavaliers, whom we fortunately met, and who might have ridden directly out of the middle ages, we turned down a muddy lane and found-a ranch! A ranch, though nobody in this etfete country knows enough to call 1t so.
 There were a number of long, low stone buildings, scattered among huge old olive trees, peach orchards, groves of mulberries and grass fields; there were great ricks of hay, an old mill, wide barns and tribes of chickens, but no handsome central mansion worthy of the noble family that formerly inhabited it. The only reminders of the ancient times when l suppose princes used to visit here were dilapidated avenue of lofty trees that once formed the approaches to the chateau, and a singular old tower. This tower must have been built as re- fuge for the family and dependents when the pirate galeys were anchored in the harbor and the alarm was spread from one estate to another; a tall, round tower, pierced only by loopholes, with lookout on the summit of its bell shaped roof. Around its base were battle mented walls, now in ruins, the former moat overgrown with bushes and tray ersed by chickens, the only useless part of the farm. Amen! May all war so vanish in peace and plenty!
 AN EXPENSIVE CANAL.
 "Have you seen the falls of Durance" we were asked soon after our arrival in Marseilles. We replied in the negative, wondering to what the lady could refer, when she explained by adding: "Where the water comes into the town" In 1840 the Marseilles people, having been short of water for some centuries and having, as it happened, no war on hand to ex- haust their finances, undertook to bring in river to satisfy their thirsty souls. The expenditure of 20, 0,OOO,0OO francs re- suited in the canal of Roquefavour, which connects the Durance with the city, a distance of twenty-five miles. Marseilles slopes gently upward from its harbor to hill directly east from that point, about a mile and a half, the hill being 400 feet above the sea level. On the top of that hill arrives the canal, having passed through several tunnels and crossed the final valley on arches like the old Roman aqueducts.-Mar- Sailleo Cor San EroDpiccO Ehr0Diola