Bisbee daily review., 1903-03-07
THE LUCKY TIGER AND

we nave Dteu u luS LuCh ilSSi' We have counted his stripes and exam ired his teeth to determine his age, and left him purring as did the dismal Douglas old maid when she received her first proposal of marriage.
 We boarded the Manana at Douglas. after spending the night on cast iron bedstead which gives the evanescent, omnipresent and delusiye bed bug no chance to make a living. The Manana train is composed of a traction engine with Brother Price at the throttle, box cars, one coal car, one hay wagon and a coach The coach was divided into compartments, labelled respec- lively, "Primero c ase Segundo clase, Tercero clase. or lst, 2nd and third class" We thought the higher the number the better the accommodations so we took the 3rd class, but the com posite aroma of Digger Indian, Yaqui, Papago. and leprous Chinamen assail- ing our sensitive olfactorus. we jumped to first-class. where we received better impressions.
 Our party consisted of five gentle men and one Heller" Every gentle man was provided with an appropriate name by the Heller" and they in turn provided the Heller" with a name that was ca culated to spread the sutures of his egg-shaped skull with pride.
 The persona dramatis of the distin- guished expedition was as follows, and is arranged in the order of what they think they amount to:
 Mark Hanna. Gus Landau Secretary Cortelyou'. ...... Batemau Surveyor General '.........Cl Clark "Bismark" Lem Shattuck "Col. Ochiltree" MT. Dollis Bill NYe AleN
 Their original and genuine names were supplanted by these appropriate cognomens for the purposes of the trip. The train. as usual. was in a great hurry. till it got started. Every true American feels a jerk when he crosses the line. even if he is blindfolded.
 We slow up at the Mexican customs house and prepare for troublesome de lay. Bismark had taken box of lunch truck along for eight men. It looked bigger than an American dollar to the officer and he charged duty on it. but subsequentiy y relented. The mail comes up in an old one-horse spring wagon. One axle was about 6 inches lower than the other. One pair of wheels were about inches further apart than the other. The bottom of the wheels were about inches further apart than the tops, with no prospects of a com promise. The horse hadn't horse sense and the driver had less. The mail was dumped on the platform and what did not blow away or go through the cracks, eventually got on the train. The customs officials put in about nine dollars worth of work collecting two bits on a ten-cent article. And l don know where they get off, but we got of at Turicachi, after a fiat-wheel jaunt of about 45 miles. and after dragging along so long, we did not know wheth- CT we were paying for riding or for rent. At Turicachi, Lee Benton. who was promptly dubbed General Gust er,' because of his fine appearance on horseback. joined us. The gang now included two democrats, one republi- can, one socialist, one mugwump and one hug wump. the latter being Bill Nye Cortelyou had bought hand em- broidered night gown, but finding no available place for such a luxury on the warehouse floor, he traded it for splitting tobacco to a man who was going back to the world the next morn ing. Nothing startling occurred that night, except one of the boys had an altercation with a hobo coon. He pro posed to fight the coon, when his dark eyeship replied:
 You g6 an git de consent ob yo' fatha an motha in writin', white man, an TT jis go you roun."
 He wired for the consent, but we had to leave before it came on. We put in the early hours of Monday night rubbering at young lady, who was cleaning her dainty hands on dough in the act of making tortillas. At supper we first heard the Cornishman's yer sion of the Lords prayer, which start ed of. Our Father, who art in Heav en, halIowed be thy b,oomin' name" Just then our sense of reverence i'm pelled us to arise and take our bloody departure" We had nocturnal enter tainment that night in which Cortelyou took the prize for snoring. The survey or general for gritting his teeth, Bill Nye for the most diabolical night mare and Bismark for singing verse of Der Wac;um Rhin in his sleep.
 We all arose in the morning. took a bath in a horse trough, rubbed our selves down with a fine tooth corn cob. Ate everything in the house. thanked Tim Taft for the fun we had and started for Benton's ranch on the Yaqui. There is a sense of romantic, irrisistabe beauty about Dreamy Old Mexico. But we hadn't time to soak it all up. It was cool day and occas- ionalIy one of the boys would get out and run A iack rabbit down to get his