The Arizona sentinel., 1896-04-11
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 Is moored. The wharf is laden with wood and the passengers it brought from So far away as the Needles are enjoying orotherwise occupying them- selves. It is queer little boat, one Of the old stern wheelers and adds an element Of the picturesque. Speeding across the bridge is a railroad train. But time was when no bridge was there and the steam whistle sounded far, far away.
 'i"nn ire owning walls Of an over hanging cliff is built the peniteatiary; that horrible place from which come the gangs or men dressed in the black barred suits. To the thieving, bar barous instincts of the primitive state some men will ever return. Their fellows suffer by contact and the great walls that resemble so. much some turretted castle of ye olden time is their estnte-a monument to the principle that the majority rules.
 Over across the.river upon con- m nding bluff stands the remains ofde- serted Fort Yuma. What stronghold 1t must here been in the days when Old Glory futtered from the top of the tall flagstaff and the open mouths of iron guns frowned from the masoned battlements? For years it has been deserted through and the officers quarters, the barracks, the mess rooms. arsenal and ware house are the homes Of the children of the red men whose queerly thatched huts nestle amid the mesquite trees on the bottom lands at the foot Of the hill. -Laughingly the children play rope, hide and seek and learn their a-b ab just like their paler faced brothers acd sisters. What their future. shall be no man can tell. Only the future alone can show
 A5 the bottom Of the bill live their parents. in tle same old prima i've huts surrounded by their dogs and sJuaws they live the same old con- lac.ed sauajii lie. Little they reck your sneering smile. They ere con- tented in their thatched and mud daubed homes. The sunshine is more apparent to them than it Is 10 YOU for they have lest to burden their minds and thus obstruct its light, Their house, their dog their squaw, their two wheeled cart and the sum- shine Is all they want.
 Down to their very waters edge 'late they built their houses and ian ''ng ti'e~n where the current is lappiug away the sand to take it way 10 the G;tii one can see across 'ie river swarm oJ row boats nod ing and Jumping on the miniature hil .nws that run, one upon the heels )t the other an under the wood wharf. They are private boats but hose who keep them there will lend them sometimes. There Is at least 1ne who will. lie lives in pretty house whose yord runs right down to. he waters edge. He Is an aaable nan and gentleman. Sometimes when the wind is blowing strong it is pleasant to hoist the sail and ride up, he river against the currsnt. Es- oecially if iI is near the sunset hour. Then one can glide against the swift .uTent toward the distant purple lills. And looking back as the sun. inks behind the mountains in Old IeXico, just at the moment when the un Is setting behind the purple slopes nd tinging the tapping waves a trans, lcent crimson one can see the pillars. i clouds open in the sea of sapphire, 'hile the water beneath Is rushing inward as ii to oyertake it before 1t is, one and the sail puffed out by the 'eshing breeze Is carrying the frail hell on toward the head of the giant yer and toward the Gila mountains 'om behind whose eastern slopes the Ouud, silver moon Is rising.
 Oh,y yes Yuma Is full of interest and Il of this was seen one Sunday after con. LEONARD FOWLER.