Arizona republican., 1896-08-22
An Arizona Man Very
 Green.
Once in a While They Hook
 One.
Tale of Phoenician Who Never Rode In Street Car and Never Saw
 an Elevator.

San, Francisco Call: Two odd char acters stood on projecting point yes- terday at the Cliff House.
 No two men could have had ideas more in contrast.
 There was B. J. Foster, who calmly looked out on the broad expanse be- fore him, spat out the tip of a cigar he had just bitten off and suggested that it would be we'll to "jog in town before the crowd got off the streets" With Foster was G. $. Ferguson, the mining man from Arizona.
 Old timers will remember Foster Twenty-Five years ago-yes, even far ther back than that-Foster was the major domo at the Cliff House. That resort was not the imposing edifice it is today, but the one-story old shanty toward which everybody drove, pass ing through toll gates on the old Cliff House road" where the Geary street cars now run. It took hours to get there and longer time still to tear ones self away. Those were the days when William Ralston, Johnny Skae, Jack Hill, Jack Wattles and others
  to have him judge their weight-casting contests, full champagne bottles being the weights and the seal rocks the mark.
 Foster made fortunes over and over again in those days, religiously bring ing them back to his broker friends in the stock exchange.
 Eventually Foster gave up the place to Wilkins, the presen lessee, and wan dered out into the world with a surfeit of the beautiful ocean view and the seal rocks.
 Not so with his companion, G. S. Ferguson, young man of 27 summers born and raised in Phoenix, Arizona and who had never seen anything out side of the territory.
 He had never before beheld the grandeur of an ocean. To him the white sails of ships far out on the deer were but things he had read of ir books. The mighty roar of the break CTS upon the rocks at his feet was but fit accompaniment to the overwhelm- ing sensation that overcame him With his mouth wide open, rivalins the expanse of his eyes, he stood there entranced, almost frightened, but very happy
 Come off, Ferguson" exclaimed Foster whose first, remark had passed unheeded by the Arizona man. Zee out of your trance and let's go home.
 Young Ferguson had never seen tn, ocean; street cars were strange to him and he had never ridden an elevator excepting to take him into the mines until he reached this city a few day ago.
 He is the proprietor, with his fathe and brother, of the Hermit gold mine near Prescott. Some days ago he dis posed of the Jersey Lily mine, locate, twelve miles from Prescott, to an Eng lish syndicate, for a most hatterin sum. He had been working in the de velopment of the mine for two years having the ore milled by other people Even in this he succeeded in gettin out some s3O,0OO
 People hardly appreciate what great mining country Arizona is," said. 1.-The English, however, are talk ing advantage of the situation, an they are pouring money into our terri tory. They are taking up old claim that have been worked from the SUI face only and have been allowed to re main idle. They have learned that is deep mining that pays best.
 See what was done with the Jerom mines or the United Verde. Thre times have they been sold and bougf and now w. A. Clark of Montana ha refused an offer for them of $1O,O0O 000."
 MT. Ferguson is here at the Gran hotel on a months pleasure trip. H will leave in a few days to visit Lo Angeles.
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