The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-10-31

stantially the same latitude with the
 Needles, n town just over the line in California, that is said to be the hottest place on the Pacific coast. But here the physical conditions, to which we have bsfore referred, come in to soften or modify the climate of the valleys, the great pine forest on the north and the lofty mountains to the south send. ing down their distinctive individual influences to meet in the valley and blend with the hot rays of the sun and other conditions there found and make . climate and atmosphere all their own. peculiar to that lrcaIity, anI
 which cannot be excelled.
 The scenery is also distinctive and beautiful, so unusual that one finds himself lost in revery, looking, wonder ing and admiring. Yonder are the towering m 'untain peaks, away in the distance, with their snow. crowned crests breaking through the clouds and send
 ing the fragments floating off to j,in
 with others or may be to gradually fade away, dissolve and show in the
 background others totally different in form and color. Then there a,e Il multitude of small peaks shooting up here and there of all shapes and vary ing heights, one is made up of high rocks, as though thrown together by some wild force in the most irr, gular, chaotic way, with its naked sides and bald skull standing in res,lute defiance of storm and time. Another is covered with thick coating of everygreen trees and shrubs dressed with richest foliage from the base to the summit, and all around are bursting springs and rippling water. Then there is the box.like canyons, whose walls are il thousand feet high, cut out of the solid rock to make a way for Oak creek to run through in playful cas- cades. Back to the north is tiIe pri meval forest. with scattering trees whose giant forms, with king.Iike majesty, sway in the wind far above all u @ rest
 In the valley are groves of sugar naples, lonely beech, walnut, an ironwood and poplar standing like sentinels on guard over their wild launts of nature. Then there isa grov. of grand old oaks around whose trunk, the ivy has entwined it's stems and branches in caressing fondness, then the queer meadows stretching away to the eastward as far as the eye can re.ch, carpeted with wild flowers, whose fragrance l:dens the air with sweetest perfume. And yet with all these charms of massive wild scenery and delicate beauty, there are men so dull of appreciation or so wrapped up in themselves that they would pass through those valleys and see nothing to enjoy or admire, not flower or a tree, unless they stumbled up against one. Such men are like swine in Il flower garden, unconscious of the Ipau ties with which they are surrounded. But the consolation is, such men ar, few.
 Here, too, are the "reminiscences of d prehistoric race, and they were su. perior people to ary of the Indian tribes that have inhabited this region. They were extinct before the Indians found thrir way here and the evidence, they left behind show clearly that they were an agricultural people, in. dustrions, domestic and religious ac. cording to their lights. The rui"s of adobe and stone houses, temples, idol trous gods, utensils for agricultural and domestic uses, the long, we'll artificial waterways, are conclusive proof of their character, habits and skill. It is hmentable that history is silent on so interesting subject, and it is equally lampntablr that history commences with the un. justifiable raids, falsely sty ed expio- rations, of that Spanish outlaw, Curo. nado, remorseless, pitiless, brutal. He wandered through the country in l539 at the head of a band of ruthless 'narauders, who stayed their vandal hands at the verge of ho crime, but were guilty of all, murder, theft and rape. Ultimately an outraged mustang very properly kicked him in the head