Arizona republican., 1901-06-24

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 40 North Center St, Phoenix.
  mill will start up tomorrow, A pipe ! line is being laid to increase the water supply. Two shafts have already been timbered, and win be sunk deeper at once. A night and day shift will he worked in each shaft. A four mule team makes a trip daily from Hot | Springs Junction with supplies for the camp Another carload of lumber will ! be received from Williams in the near 1 future. Tle property is being worked ! for gold. silver and copper-principally the former. The ore is plentiful and of very high grade, There is ore in every claim. and in every part of every claim. Ore running over $100 to the ton is quite common in Camp Eddy. Ben Sweniger is foreman and Mir Jen- nings will run the mill.
 Camp Eddy is beautifully located in the mountains eleven miles north of Hot Springs Junction, and fifteen miles east of wickenburg. san Domingo wash passes through the group. A good Ndk'H fbttI HdS pttn punt 10 tDl | Springs Junction. and a very good road goes to Wickenburg. There is an abun- dance of water and wood can be se- cured near by. The camp will he better known In the near future than 1t Is at present. When chunks of gold as large as pumpkins are taken out daily the outside world will know that Camp Eddy l.. a mine any county would feel proud to own.
 That Is enough about the property. but If any of the readers of The Re- publican ever drift out this way and take the trouble to horn out some of the ore their eyes win stick cut like heels of Ned socks. with surprise
 Did you ever rob bee tree or bee cave? It is lots of fun-to the spec tatOrS. In case any of the paid-up sub scribers have not robbed any bees I will try to tell how it is done at Camp Eddy. Therv are numerous bee caves around here which have been rotS bed by MT. Drew for the past ten years. Wanting some honey, l asked Walter RIggan. a young man employed here. to go and rob a cave. He has a full
 
 of screen wire, a long coat canvas gloves and an extra pair of overalls. He also has pair of plyers to pull out stlngs. Wen, we started of up the can- yon to rob the cave. Arrived there he dressed up till he looked like Santa Claus in bad year, and faced the enemy. I Wa. seated safely behind a buck bush several yards away Kneel- ing at the mouth of the cave he offered up a little prayer and was ready fer the fray, H. took down the rock wall mat MT. Drew had piled ia front of the cave, llt a smudge and crdwled in the hole, Ten million bees buzzed around him, cndeavoring to give him a touch or nigh ilfe. While he was in the midst of his robbery Mr. Owens. Riggan's respected Texan father-in-law. rode up on his pony and asked for Walter. I showed him Walters feet protrtIding from the hole and the old man went up to the mouth of the cave to see how things wera going. Walter backed out Of the honey hole and the old man said: Are they stinging Walter?" The young man, after glancing at the inside or his helmet and se-inR a million stingers prOtruding through the meshes of the wire, and every one wriggling and reaching for his face. replied: "No. they don't appear to sting none" That satisfied the old man and he sat down and began to eat honey. Just then an old bee with stinger SO long it reached clear out past his head till he resembled wood rat sitting on it's tail, spied him and went to work Seven or eight inches of stinger vas thrust into his neck and he let yell out of him like Piute Indian after pale-face sauaw. Just at that instant another warrior landed on the old mans eye and he was through With that cave. Down the wash he came with beas SD thick be- hind him match touched td their wings would have burned millions in the air, straight toward where I was sitting. realized the peril I was in and drew my rlne on the old man. He was SO sorely pressed from the rear he paid no attention to my threat to fire If he did not stop, but came on, clearing mesquite trees at every jump. Then 1t was az pretty a foot race be- tween the old man and myself as a. person would care to zee. For a quar- ter of mile it was nip and tuck be- tween us. but I finally took up another wash and escaped. He finally rammed his head into a badger hole and laid there ull every be- had rammed it's stinger into the back of his coat, leav- ing the stlnGer sticking in, till d piece cut from the hack of the garment would have done very well for an old fash ioned wool caider.
 As he pulled hio head from the badger hole ne blew the dust from his rostrils. remark!nG in a low. but fierce tone, the hell they ain't stincing."
 Walter soon came up with a buck etful of as fine honey as a man would care to cat. The old man is out of bed now, but stampeies every time a wasp or bee buzzes near him.
 Last Sunday right l went Go Hot Springs Junction and hob nobbed with the arlstocracy of that place. The aristocracy consisted of Sam Franklin, an old and respected resident of Phoe- nix, his daughters. Misses Ella and Pauline, Misses Marguerite and H. N.