Bisbee daily review., 1903-03-07

this one Mark Hanna creek because it was full Thes' two chaps had lost every thing on the trip. except their reputation. the very thing they cou d best afford to lose. Arriving at Aguas Calienta. Col Ochiltree lost his reputation for stead mess and sobriety. One couldn't have had the heart to suspect him of any thing irregular, until he discovered wild buttercup in full bloom. where upon his aesthetic soul rose up in pillows and he yelled to Cortelyou, Run here and see this sheet little gutter pup" After that he named no more creeks after members of the gang.
 At this point the tender-hearted Bill Nye and sympathetic Cortelyou went to the ant. considered her ways" and built a bridge for the busy creatures to cross the ditch. The ants seemed 10 all be moving with their furniture that day There are several beautiful ranches along here with peach trees in flu bloom. and variety of cucumbers that dangle from tree climbing vine The little Mexican farms are planted with hope and trigo. along with the omnipresent Chili. Between Aguas Calientas and the Yaqui river we pass through another wonderful canyon for miles Then cross the Yaqui and bring up at Lee Benton'S ranch. Here we find a Mexican family in charge of | the premises, which are strung with all conceivable cowboy paraphernalia. | Here is where they hobble their chick ems and turn their horses loose. and the clothes line full of jerkey tempts | the strenuous tom cat to a degree that constitutes cruelty to animals. Col. Ochiltree. and Cortelyou. went down | to the bank of the rustling Yaqui to catch cat fish, but the cat fish rushed | together and resolved that it was cold day when suckers could snare cat ! fish and concluded that they were not | hungry any way. So the fish ermen returned with their souls full of disappointment and their boots full | of snow water Here you get Span | ish dishes The hens lay soft-boiled ] dogs bark in Spanish the mules bray in Spanish. and the surroundings arc distinctly characteristic of different climate and a different people. Now We saddle up for the Tigre, g to 24 miles away. according to how straight you can fly. They hadn't laid in sad l dies for the regu'a ar army. so some of l off sr, ch to meet their best girls. Bill Nye for ! instance. had a hornless aggregation of tleGlned hardwood and warpCG TTW Riie. which looked like it had done ser vice on Baby McKee's hobby horse 20 years ago, it had one stirrup, com posed of a bleached canvas cinch, and that was all.
 General Custer led out. Col. Ochil- tree came next. and so on down till Bill Nye brought up the rear, to guard the column from a flank surprise from Indians. His right leg dangled serene iy from a cayuse pony about as big as a sheep. A hair riata. which was
 worth more than the horse. served him for a bridle. At times the right
 side of the trail was supplied with low bank, so that he could walk with his right foot while his left was in the stirrup. thus ba' ancing up occasionally. When he got through his right leg was four inches longer than the other. but is gradually getting back to its normal length. Out about four miles We came 70 sharp canyon through which a heavy stream dashes. The walls are so close you can touch them both at once. The water in many places is three feet deep. and no getting away from it. Mark Hanna had stopped the procession 47 times the day before to get water. Our opportunity for re- venge had come. We put him on a mule with low running gears. put tin cup in each hand and started him through that canyon. He got through. but has not mentioned water since. Just as we emerged from the canyon
 we ran onto a mescal distillery- It sme'led like an old fashioned sorghum mill, where as small boys we used to go and lick skimmin's." Immense heaps of green mesca's lay around looking for the world like big cabbage heads. They are roasted in big pit, then thrown into a circular business.
 where large wooden wheel on a sweep, goes round and crushes them. Just as they used to grind mud to make bricks when we were boys. The pulp is then put into a big receptacle made of undressed COW hides. which when full remind you of one of those gentle creatures bloated from over indulg- ence in the succulent alfalfa. After it has fe-mented there. it is distilled and becomes the pyrotechnic juice that ' raints so. many towns and leads its devotee to Blitzen-
 A few miles further after traversing shadowy canyons and sunny hillsides,
 with dashing mountain waters beneath our feet, we reach the headquarters of the Tigre, people eat an ample supper. smoke a fine Mexican cigar and lie