Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1901-03-20
AN OPINION OF CALIFORNIA.
What a Good Arizona Lady Thinks of the Golden State as Compared
 With Arizona.

Tempe, Arizona, March l0.-Editor Journal-Miner: You were somewhat hasty when you called me "former Arizonan." When I cease to be an Arizonan I shall be an angel, I hope. The happiest day had seen in three months was the day that I again found myself in Arizona. You have observed how hard it is to transplant an Arilonan; 1 was no exception to the rule.
 You see, out there in California where I was, there were no jack rab bits. All the time 1 was knocking around Stockton and San Francisco and San Jose I saw neither jack rab bits, gophers, cacti nor catclaw bushes. There wasn't a single homelike thing in sight, not even a cowboy. Even donkeys were few and fifty miles be- tween. The hills were covered with vineyards and orchards, and you could see men blowing away up on the mountain side, so nearly over head that it gave you a crick in your neck to watch the plowman for ever so short time. Some of the hills where they planted things were so steep that the carrots and onions were so busy hold ing on to thes sides of the hill tbat they couldn't grow, but just pined along until the people climbed up and scrambled around and pitched them down to be carted away.
 wasn't used to that sort of thing, so 1 took the ongwee awful bad, and 1 said: If 1 must die the death of the righteous, in the midst of brilliant career, let me die it where things are like they used to was.
 Here in Arizona people are more anxious to buy than to sell; but in the Golden state thoy chase you day and night, up hill and down, to sell you part of what they call paradise.
 Well, anyway, I don't like to live where they chop a nickel up into cop pers to make change. It is marvellous how a nickel increases in size when you get out of Arizona. I had not been long away until a nickel began to look as big as a two bit piece. First thing I knew was holding on to and hoarding nickels, until when I had to break one it seemed like break ing a five dollar gold piece. When my nice old neighbor told me boast ingly of having sold twelve dollars worth of fruit in one summer, I was so impressed that I couldn't even con gratulate him.
 Civilization is mighty prominent over there, so much so that the prints of its feet have marred an otherwise lovely strip of the universe. Many of the inhabitants are actively engaged in self culture and personal salvation. "Self culture" and personal saliva ton" are borrowed terms. 1 found them in magazine.
 Well, I'm here in Tempe, now, how long to stay I do not know. You folks up there, hold on to old Yayapai as tight as you can. 1 want to come back to the whole county when I get through here.
 We had small pox scare last week. The man who makes the butter had it and it got into the butter. They cured the man and destroyed the but ter, and now we feel better.
 took an eastern lady out driving and we climbed to the top of high butte, and, there, upon that mountain top, feeling exceedingly high and lifted up. the spirits of a half dozen dead and gone Hassayampers entered into me and told her all the Arizona tales that I could remember or manu- fracture tales natural and superna- tural; tales of lost and never found mines; tough tales, tender tales, long ones and short ones. She said, the next time saw her, that she had written the most striking ones to her husband, in the east. 1 hope she didn't say told her; for, alas. what will that eastern man think of mel l have not yet visited the Normal school. 1 will do so soon and send you a few notes concerning it.
 The weather is delightful here now nice days and cool frosty nights.
 notice a great many pale, thin faces in the valley-faces of consump- lives who have come hither for cure. In some of these faces l see the hope of a longer life, but others bear the impress of those that stand by the silent river of death
 Mrs. R. 4. Win1es.