Arizona republican., 1898-06-14
AT THE HOTELS.

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 where all are talking at one and tho same time. This is so particular, in hotel lobby, unless the suggestion clothes itself in the garb Of invitation accompanied with one of the old-time wlnks. In such case if a suggestion ever passed unnoticed, anywhere, al any hour of the day or night, there is no record of it.
 This is all aprOpos of last week. Ii was evening, Saturday evening, and the place was the lobby of the Adams Judges Davis, Barnes and Herring of Tucson, Sloan, Sanford and Norris of Prescott, Judge E. Nj. Doe of Flag staff and several ou. 'iders; that ,s. put side of the legal fraternlIJ, were all gathered in bunch. As usual all of the lawyers were talking, so that a fellow taking mental notes for subse- quent use might well be excused for missing one or two good things, al- though he caught good grist in the main.
 | E. M Doe of Flagstaff, and all day yes terday the newspaper man while pick ing out the coolest sides of various city streets, felt that something of a pleasing nature was trying to break through the crust of recollection Speaking of pleasant summer pastimes. Judge Doe remarked, in his slow, low. pleasing baritone:
 1 CT have "a ken in, my lifetime many pleasant jaunts to many different kinds of so-called summer resorts. While I cannot say that I have been disappointed in them all yet there are. in my opinion, very few such places where a weary-brained man may enjoy rest and comfort and at the same time find the especial pleasures most to his liking. In my county, Coconino, in a two-hour drive from Flagstaff, I reach Oak Creek canyon. Only nineteen miles from home. The walls of the canyon rise to a height of 1000 feet Points all along are of easy accessibility, and as you wander up or down, one side or the other of the ever flowing stream at the foot of both walls, bordered by the verdure known only to the trop- ics, you come to pools. These pools are numerous and likewise surrounded by green plant life of many varieties, and of many pleasing smells. Like wise, and better than all else besides to the man with Waltonian blood coursing through his system, these pools are populated with fish that tax the greatest skill of the true angler. To me there is nothing in the category of sports that may anywhere nearly ap- proach the delights, the excitement, the suspense, the joy, and the gen orally profitable results for the labor as that of piscicaptivating.
 One day last week I drove out there in the afternoon, caught an even dozen brook trout, ranging in size from eight ounces to three pounds, and returned to my home in time to have them dressed, cooked and on the table at the usual supper hour. I enjoyed that meal better than any feast I have at tended in five years. I was happy | for several reasons. 1 was rested, al though tired. Worry and care had al! gone off down the stream with the trout I had failed to catch. I had re- turned victor with the enemy on my shield and I slept soundly that night 1 in the knowledge that Oak creek and the canyon and Flagstaff, and nine teen miles between me and this elysian sport could not be taken away before I awoke once, several times during the years remaining to me to enjoy it. No New England for me. Tell me not of your lakes of Maine or Wis consin, or Minnesota: Only nineteen miles from Flagstaff is the paradise of the piscator It is the one grand oasis in the desert of life where perfect con tentment, perfect rest, perfect pleasure all combined have their headquarters. It does seem to me that your Phoenix and southern Arizona people should know this There is room enough for you all, and if you do not believe that Flagstaff and Coconino county will ex- tend welcome greetings to you all- well, just come up and try it.
 1 Dr. Sabin of Mesa, at the Conner cial yesterday afternoon, was telling a hay story just as the acute ear of The Republican was passing and caught this: Never saw anything to equal it in all my life. I have only ten acre patch, but it is the banner patch of the world. Forty-eight tons. Just show me anything to beat that, will your"
 | And there was not a sound.
 Charley Sabin, who is a son of the above named, was just whirling around the corner on rush for his dad" when the net opened and enclosed him long enough for the newspaper man to learn that he had just closed deal with the United States government