Bisbee daily review., 1902-08-27

OraDle- The new town lylng on the east is as pretty and clean as a park while the old town for typographical features and sanitary facilities will Compare fayorably with any large camp in Arizona outside of Tomb stone and Congress. Existing sani- tary conditions are not bad. most of the mortality arising from the stiff determination of certain classes principally Americans, ito exterminate Senor Mescal. Mescal is a first cousin to Uncle John Barleycorn, and can plant men faster that Gabriel can resurrect them.
 The first thing we saw in Cananea was a gang of transgressors on their way to jail. There is little trouble in keeping out of trouble here, but when in. you are sure in; when ac- cused you must prove yourself inno- cent beyond a reasonable doubt. That is to say, you are presumed guilty until proven to be innocent. If you want to get a friend out of jail they will tie the keys to jack rabbits tail and if you can catch it, your friend will be released. When it comes to a capital offense they shoot the offender first and try him afterwards.
 Living accommodations are neces- sariy poor and dear in Cananea. There are some standard butcher shops, some others are narrow guage. In the latter they hang their sky blue beef out through tender solicitude for the multitude of starving flies. When cutting meat for a customer they do not cut it but split it. I had my shoes half soled with one of these steaks and it is getting thicker and tougher as winter approaches. The butcher uses knife and an ak. and is reck- lessly indifferent about the fate of the flies.
 When I Started from Bisbee to Can anea. had such bad impression of social and sanitary conditions in the big camp that felt great solicitude for my personal safety. considering that left a sickly wife and six husky kids at home squawling for mush and me as their only boss and pro- tector but I was most agreeably sur prised to find a first class orderly and salubrious camp where everybody seemed to have mastered the science of attending to his own business. It was not the ghastly cess pool it had been pictured to me, so I continued my investigations, not as a war cor respondent but as an agent on a pleasant mission.
 The Big Shelter
 Tn company with my venerable and virtuous friend, John Kelso, I was the to Mir. Frank Proctor, Scott White
 ,ivn f1x identified with the development of the camp. Through the courtesy of NIT. White we were permitted to inspect the diabolical internals of the collos- sal reduction plant, otherwise we should have been compelled to carry water to the jumbos to get into the show.
 The big nest of boilers. ten in num- Der, first fixed our attention. There was one boiler of 800 horse power another of 300 and the others of 250 each. aggregating 5000 horse power. Here we met Messrs. Morris and Clark, who showed us every cour- tesy. Next we entered the engine room, where four 800 horse power Corliss engines, and several smaller ones aggregating 5000 horse power were running as smoothly as so many sewing machines. The engine room was as clean and airy as million aires parlor, the forest of wheels re volving as true, regular and noise lessly as the planets in space.
 !; Descending to the feed floor we ob served a hundred begrimmed knights [ of toll feeding half dozen voracious jumbos which like unsuitable demons swallow charge after charge and lick ed out their fiery tongues for more while at their feet the matte and slae pours forth necessarily. The i slag is drawn oil in great pots simi [ lar to those employed in Bisbee and i carried away to the dumps by an electric locomotive, while the matte is carried in great buckets by an i'm mense travelling crane and poured 1 into the converters as carefully as ar old maid would pour . cup of tea | Nls- L. RI (oof Wf6A m