The copper era., 1903-01-01
Clifton and Morencl.


 Frank Alley, the funny cuss" of the Bisbee Review, who recently made his first visit 10 these parts:
 All copper camps, look alike, sourd alike and smell alike, Clifton in no ex- ception. Yet every camp has its peculiarities, and in this respect Cliff ton is heavy weight.
 Clifton is walled in on every hand by natures handy work. When they need magazine or cold storage, they drift into this wall cut out a station and set up housekeeping. Even the jail is cut in solid rock and the fellow who gets. out will be an accomplished miner by the time he greets sweet liberty.
 The San Francisco is milk on one side and chocolate on the other, as the different colored tailings are carried away on its turbulent bosom.
 At times the San Francisco laps the foot of the mighty palisades on either hand, at other remote intervals 1t Is only navigable for tadpoles to point about four hundred yards above the camp. Clifton has her little frolicsome features like any other min ing camp. One teaspoonful of her Yaqui booze is warranted to parallze a gila monster at BOO yards, but there is no law compelling you to drink 1t. The landscape represents an ocean of interesting foothills rising pillow like until they culmiuate in stately peaks and sublime elevations in the direc- ton of Morenci. Their sunny slopes carpeted with verdure and dotted with natures shrubbery.
 The residence part of Clifton lives up the Frisco and is very attractive while the whole valley is liberaly SUD- piled with cottonwood chuck full of missleto. beneath which an orderly population can make love or hang horsethieves with equal facilities.
 Landlord Abrshams, of the Clifton house has souvenirs Of every hang ing that ever occurred in Arizona be- ing in the form ,f invitions to see the convicted party yanked to eternity. Those invitations include the names of Chacon, Smiley, Kelley, Sample, Ed wards, Dowd and Delaney. His cabi- net includes everything from Geroni- mos "G" string to the figure head of the Maine.
 The social side ot Clifton is every thing that looks good to an old timer. They have a bridge swung on steel clothes lines and when you walk across it, if you are not accustomed to it, you grow sea sick and your last Christmas dinner threatens to turn states evidence On you. Several other features in the camp deserve special mention. Harry Wright has just about the finest cabinet in the terrl- tory. It is dead match for the one owned by our friend George Roberts in Bisbee, but man who won't root for his own town ought to go away back and hang himself, so we think George has a shade the better of 1t. Barrys cabinet includes every thing from the moose that diSlocated Cha cons vertebra down -tn- Carrie Nation's s hatchet, and is worth going miles to see. The Clifton house also has a most interesting and attractive cabi- net in which some of the personal ef- fleets of the lamented Chacon cut a prominent figure.
 We are justified in asserting that the reduction system at Clifton Is con- ducted with less loss of copper than any other on the coast. A gentleman who is in position to know assured the Review man that the loss did not exceed 1-5 of per cent. which seems almost incredible yet is capable oi practical demonstration.
 And now we have struck it. Judd Webter's driver had ripped Christmas eve up the back with pair of snips but he held onto the ribbons just the same as they stretched out for Mo renci. The mythical, the marvellous and the much maligned Morenci. We % to the right about two miles, ther straight up about two miles and we are in new town. New town is ho enough to burn a hole in the map Over in the old town, bad women ano
 undertaker's delight are excluded, s' new town was built with view o flooding the market with these com modities, and it stuck. It consists O
 one street walled in with two rows o rough board houses on stilts.
 Just here Billy Woolsey, whom W had never met before, with rare dis