Arizona republican., 1900-09-12

and father of Caleb Powers. While beautiful to look upon, the land is of poor white clay. which, with hard la hor will produce a good crop of corn.
 For more than twenty years the Pow CTS family has made it's home on Brush creek. The home is little clapboard cottage with four small rooms and a kitchen, surrounded by a thick orchard of apple trees. In the rear are three or four log outhouses and away to the right. almost hid among the trees, is a log stable. where the saddle horses, indispensable to mountain travel, are kept. In this quiet retreat these two old people sit and suffer at what they think is a crying injustice to their son.
 It is impossible to reach Brush creek except on horseb back. Acting on the advice of friends, your correspondent secured a companion for the trip who was known to the mountain people.
 No harm will be done to you," il was said. Your life will be as safe as it would be anywhere but ever since Caleb Powers has been arrested Knox county has been full of detectives, and the people are suspicious. It is not Impossible that some one may stop you on the road, turn your horsa around and advise you to go back to tOWn.'
 The yard of the Powers place is sur rounded by an old time worm fence and the gate is a home made affair of long slaves built on a frame of young saplings. In the mountains every one is welcome to come in and receive the best that the house affords, and the Powers home is no exception. Money is scarce, yet it is the rarcst occurrence when q mountain man will accept any thing for entertaining stranger. Amos Powers. the father of Caleb. hur- ricd into the house at sight of strang- CTS and was ready to welcome them on the front porch when they approached.
 q saw Caleb yesterday" said your corr cspondent. and told him that | was coming to Brush creek. He told me tn deliver this message: Say to mother and father that l am going to come out of this. They know that l am innocent. Tell them that l will finally SC, justice; that I have not giv- cn up and that I am going to fight it out tn the last
 ''I am mighty glad to hear from the boy" said the father. Caleb has been good boy"
 To one who has seen the spruce young man now convicted of a serious charge the contrast between the father and the son would be surprising. Amos Powers is not yet 60 years old. He will round off his three-sCOre years on the 17th of next December. He is in com paratively feeble health and no longer does work about the farm. He wore plain blue overalls, a striped shirt. much soiled, with collar attached, and ! rough brogan shoes.
 An unusually high forehead, topped by mass of hair which was grizz.ed rather than gray, light brown eyes. a straight nose. rather large, with a mouth which showed none too much of determination, concealed in bunch of iron gray whiskers. This is the father of the boy whose name has become known to the entire country. Wrinkles have almost distorted the features of the old man, yet it is no effort to see that it is an intelligent face. Yet you wonder where Caleb Powers got the courage aid determination. as well as the almost Indian-like stoicism, which he displayed during the progress of the trial. The question is solved when you see his mother.
 She has coale from the kitchen. where she was preparing dinner. and leaned on the facing of the door lead ing to the porch. She had heard Ca leb's name mentioned, and she wished to hear the news. Dressed even more