The Arizona sentinel., 1900-03-21
YUMA, ARIZONA, WEDNESDAY. MARCH 21, 1900.

prepared to enjoy the sight.
 l am now S6 miles from Yuma and my provisions consist of only one half pound of oatmeal and 3 little salt. No tobacco, having lost my last piece. This is rather tough, but never say dle. I will live now on homeopathic doses. 1 guess I'll have to build an air cas. tie to kep away the blues. There's plenty O room for it here. How would 1 like to see a tata morgauo, such as are to be seen in the Afr can Sahara! But what's that heap of stones just to my left? Perhaps they buried there the remains oi some perished traveller, for no one would take the trouble to place stones over the carcass of a fallen horse, the bleached bones of which l have already noticed along the old stage road, which I am now careful not to lose.
 Thursday morning my stomach begins tyrannize, but am not in a position to comply with its appeal ing. l am now begging along, my feet ale covered with blood blisters and my shoes worn out. shall arrive at Yuma barefoot if kind Providence does not send me an other pair of kicks" That is not very likely in the heart of the des- ert,-but who knows what may happen? l guess will try song. for my lips are too dry to whistle, and l must do something 10 keep my thoughts from lingering too long upon the miserable condition of my surroundings. It Is a good thing that some Texas travellers went lately over the road, for these people have strewn the trail with orange peelings, therefore I am en- abled to tell whether I am on or of the right road. How I wish l would meet some living soul!' It is really too lonesome. Ny wish is granted, but it is only troop of mission Indians bound for Mexico.
 After travelling some miles Fri day morning my astonished eyes beheld splendid lake-Laguna Lake-on the border of which an old adobe stage station stands. The lake is alive with great focks of white pelicans and is bordered with green mesquite and willow trees. My attention was directed to the old adobe station from whence a human voice rang out inviting me to Dartake of cup of coffee. Will lingly and thankfully I accepted the invitation, and found my kind hosts to be couple of prospectors who were camping there while prospecting in the desert. I seem ed to have lost the bottom of ny stomach. I ate big pan full of frijoles without feeling any signs that my hunger was appeased, and after some hours rest I dispatched a stack of fapjacks with the same disgusting results. I made an 1n- spection of the old ruins and ran across an old shoe still in service able condition. A mate for it was socn found and exchanged for the fragments of my footgear. Happy took my leave of my friends on. of whom was 6 civil engineer by name of J. B. Harris.
 l continued my tramp, being now 75 miles from Yuma. Walk ing ten miles I arrived at Cameron lake which was pretty well dried up. Here camped for the night The soil in this part of tLe desert IS very rich, light chocolate colored and entirely free from alkali and cactus vegetation. The mesquite trees grow around the lake to a heighth of 40 feet. and the extreme growth ofthe brush proves the rich mess of the soil, which when irrigat ed is the richest in the world The overflow of the Colorado visits this section periodically and produces rich pastuarage for cattle.
 Five miles east of Cameron I found the boundary monument, a pyramid s feet high resting on a square foundation about 4x4 feet The monument is of plate iron and bears on one side the inscription: Repaired by the Boundary Com mission, Created by Treaties of IS82-l889," and on the opposite