Arizona republican., 1901-03-19

you! We had 10 recommend Arlzona in all truth and honesty. In the San Joaquin valley there were thousands of acres of grain; much of it just little too yellow, showing too much water. Scare-crOws were set thick all over some of the fields to keep off the pest of duck and geese; truly no mans country is perfect, each has its own peculiar merits and demerits. Above San Francisco and Sacramento farming was being pushed with all the force and speed of eight-mue teams and gang blows; there often being six and eight teams in one field. We missed much of the beautiful scenery on the route. as we passed Mt Shasta at night. A moonlight view of this noble mountain and it's snow clad environments made it hard to req. lize that We were such a little distance from the fertile valleys below us Coming through Oregon 1 was much distressed at the condition of the ap- pie orchards. They were large in num-
 per and vast in area, but am wonder ing>how the buds and blossoms will ever get through the thick coat of moss which absolutely covered every limb ana twig from the base to the tops Of the trees. In Washington a better state of affairs seem to exist among the orchards: but, sad to relate, that most meek of insects-the worm-"has turned at last It seems to purpose to revenge itself upon man. who, in his proud height and overweening pride, has so long trod under foot this Arl
 years ago this little worm started out in the winged state and, so persistent has been his work of propagation and immigration that in spite of all the combined efforts of the orchardist and scientist. hardly an apple orchard on the Pacific coast has escaped. The Spokane and Yakima districts have long proudly boasted that there were no worms in their apples, but last year saw their defeat and chagrin; they too. now have to resort to the spraying pot. along with their suffering neigh bors.
 How did envy the "Spokaners" and "fokamites" their great rivers of water. What a world of beautiful homes, wealth and prosperity any one of these rivers, with their steady flow all the year round would bring to Salt River valley! Being interested in the Yakima district We made arrange ments with ths agent of the Sunny Side Land 6 Irrigation company. to meet us at Topenish, their nearest railroad station, which is four miles from Zillale. their hadquarters Our train being late it was dark before We reached Topenish. It had been raining for several days, putting the roads in a fearful condition. Well, l never rode a better team or a more reckless driv- CT. but in trying to keep our yeats in the wagon We had no time to think about being cold.
 Our driver proved to be mail car rler." stage driver" landlord" of the only hotel in the city, and general hustler" for the Sunny Side Land S. Irrigation company. After delivering the mail and some patent medicine to the general merchandise store. he drew up at his hotel with grand flourish "Git right down." he said, '"n go into the side door. You'll find the settin' room fust door to tn left. Make yourselves to hum n I'll be in soon s I keeT TOT lnt HtsoSS. "t Aoo' the. "setiin' room" overilowing with homeseekers from South Dakota; were made welcome, and had to run the zamut to the tune of, Are you from the east?'' No! from Arizona "'Way out there." And so on, usual to the traveller socially as we'll as curiously inclined. After supper and another ordeal of interrogation from the homeseekers. our worthy host thrust his head in through the half opened door and questioned. 'SpGse you folks ud like to go to bed purty soon?" Being answered in the afflrin- ative, he lighted a small hand lamp and started up the creaky stairs. apol- ogizing because the house was so full that he couldn't do very we'll by us. We reached the third floor by a narrow stairway without bannisters and found ourselves in kind of half loft, seem ingly draped with sheets and home, spun bedspreads. Our landlord raised one, sayin, "I haint had no time to finish my house yit, n tn aint no doors in these rooms. but its tn best I kin do fur ye tonight
 I took a mental inventory of what was before me. rushed to the window to see how far we would have to drop in case of fire, turned down the bed covers, to find them clean, with sheets and pilowcases as white as sn0W' Turning around l discovered by the aid of the one candle kerosene lamp that we had not drop of water, no bowl or pitcher, not even wash basin. It was too reckless to think of attempting those perilous stairs by such a light, so l conciuded that cold cream was good in cold climates and left the morrow to provide for itself.
 "All's well that ends we'll" We were not forgotten by mine host About