Bisbee daily review., 1902-08-27
STORY of LACANANtA
By FRANK ALLEY


 am loath to attempt the impossi- bic feat of adequately describing the only Cananea. Hundreds have failed in the same attempt like those who have sought to accomplish perpetual motion, or reach the pole, then why should I even dream of success. The Lord said. Let there be copper" and before he had the words out of his mouth the whole of northern Sonora was properly coppered. For centuries this extraordinary district lay unde- veloped and unnoticed. All this time the crescent shaped Puertocitas with its incalculable wealth of mineral was holding - verdant arms out to- ward the border as if imploring Amer fcan enterprise to come and gather in the fabulous riches which nature had stored in its bosom. The hour came. Fear less, self-denying souls, such as W. c. Greene and a hundred others, men who would blush to wrong you a pen ny's worth but who were not too proud to follow a burro, bade good bye to the old flag and plunged into this waste of wierd yet enchanting solitude. Some wended their way back, foot sore and discouraged. 9th CTS fell under exposure or the blow of hidden enemies, while a few sue ceeded in reaching the key which has unlocked this wonderful treasure vault to the world.
 One's first visit to the great camp, notwithstanding all preconceived i'm pressions will be replete with marvel ous surprises.
 I donned a pair of sky blue over alls to give out the impression to the evil eyed customs officers that I had five suits of silk underwear and three pairs of broad cloth pants. Little did they know that the space between those overalls and my anatomy repre- scented what the Irishman saw when he shut his eyes. The remainder of my wardrobe, including my library was neatly packed in cigar box, which the customs man proceeded to inspect as if he thought it was full of diamonds. only to find a disreputa- ble bandana, pair of second hand socks and a bundle of musty letters. He looked disgusted and began to talk about a fellow by the name of Jodido Coramba- I found out later that Messrs Caramba and quien sabe were the men of the hour in So nora
 1 suppose these customs people do the best they can but they are not canned to suit me. Now the frijole train is in motion. Some trains are always in hurry till they get started. Not so with the frijole. She glides away like Hooligan down a fire lad der. and we are moving away from our native land We think then how often we have felt sore at our Uncle Samuel and how we have cussed the administration, national and territor- ial, from president down to justice of the peace. and we are sorry. We even regret saying hard things about Grover Cleveland, and we wish we had just put one handful of the good old American dirt in our pockets, and we lean out of the window just then and catch the last sight Of the Stars and Stripes, and song and jest subside, and our hearts beat a little faster with an indefinable emotion as we take our last look at that peerless emblem, whose every crimson stripe was painted with the blood of Amer ican manhood, every white stripe d which reflects the purity of American womanhood, the blue field of which means that American honor and lib erty are as limitless as the azure heavens above us, and the gleam oi whose silver stars fishes defiance to the enmies of liberty throughout the world. and we turn with the words of the old song upon our lips, "1 never knew fill now how muh I loved you
 By this time we reach Perdido sta: tion where we stop for dinner; 20 minutes American or 45 minutes Mex. At this point John Kelso and the rest of the gang accused me of sneaking around behind a pile of cross ties and enzulfing the last drink of American eermicide, but I can prove an alibi and lick the albino.
 Now we are in Cananea, the far famed. the romantic, the fabulous CananeA. There are no great sur prises in store. If % they are all fav'