Bisbee daily review., 1907-09-08
.NACOzARI, SEEN
 BY OUR OWN MESCAL
Shows What He Can Do When
 He Comes Across a Bunch
 of Grass and a Few Trees. -...-.. -. -..~- .-.-

DbHn III NdNOEdEl NNStEludN SttN a woman kiss a dog and felt sorry for the dog. Many other remarkable things you see in that wonderful field which has just begun to flirt with civilization.
 The men behind the throttle and the punch iOid tine hey to tine treas ure vaults of fair Sonora, that land of frail and fragrant flowers, where a sea of verdure, undOlted by the en- guorous bovine rolls beneath the en- raptured eye of the traveller where new born advancement is looking about her with wondering eyes and the hfeless panorama is awakening in the form of throbbing reality, reused from the stupor of ages by the shrill shriek of the locomotive. Where American enterprise, the mighty icon oclast, with dull eyes for beauty and keen Urbs for utility, with the motto The end justifies the means" shin ing like a headlight ln its august t:I- sade. converts placid sea of Utopian indolence into a seething CaldrOn of commercial activity.
 Across the international boundary where Hepburn hath no drag, thank God. the humble scribDler regainS his lost estates and his eager pen streams away in the vain attempt to compass an endless multitude of DOW erful subjects.
 You'd better wear black pants when you cross the line as tbN in- spector who marks you 70. K" ai- ways uses white chalk.
 In crossing the line and hitting south, the customs officer cuts no alfalfa, but the conductor looks as big as a red wood stump.
 Chew up a little licorice and spit on everything new you happen to have and the inspector will pass you as the prOverbial pay car passes the tramp, but the conductor hath ears for dinner only.
 As for taking guns across the line, you have about as much use for them as you have for a stock of second hand cOffins.
 IL rains at 4 o'clock D. m. sharp, every day and the glad earth sOaks 1t up gratefully, paying the weather clerk off in a wealth of butter cups, grass and a thousand boquets until GU reach CabullOna, where the efforts of the farmer are rewarded effusively 1 by the hand of dear old nature who 1 ignores color and international boun- daries on her beneficent mission. Near CabuIlOna, the Santa Rosa. the San Marcos, the Thatcher prop ert,y the Burgan and several other l important propositions are undergo 1 ing development with most happy re- suits, thus insurinS 8 fine market for every thing produced.
 Out of CabullOna the fire boy earns 1 his money for a dozen miles, then yOU i glide into historic Fronteras. 1 FrCnteras where the early Spanish explorers, the pioneers. the Jesuit l Fathers and the mad fortune chasers ] raised their standard in the days of i Coronado. FTonteras, the old militia i ry prison. where many a sad-eyed l lover sought in vain to penetrate i 'dobe walls with his earning gaze for ! liberty, where led to his dungeon by ! dark and devious ways, was even de
 nied the privilege of knowing the car i dinal points that he might send his | thought message of love alright, where
 later, his emaciated body was buried i without ceremony while a dusky sweetheart pUrused the thOrny path ! of life alone, or, as the poet would | put it, With nobody but her fool sell to bile beans fur" These sad i thoughts, progeHitors of indigestion are soon knocked out by the sight Ot a bunch of sore-eyed muchachos with Io- -naran- of oreon- -Uatermelnns- s-all ni
 which the doctors buy and distribute free among the unsuspeeting gringos Then Cuchuta, Yzabel, Turicach I and Cos appear in quick succession with as fine a valley as ever invited the rains of heaven to clothe its fail bosom with fillare, and then, the gatt opens and you plunge into the mount ains, that is if your ticket holds out
 l shall not attempt a description o the yerdant canyon just beyond Cos ' I tried that once before and got
 gloomed over with sentiment to sucf
 an extent that I fell in love with tht first Yaqui squaw we passed. Evei since reading Haggard's reasons fol not desiring eternal life on this plan ct, have been anxious to meet tho elderly gentleman with the reap hook but now feel different
 There are little coves, peepins
 through the foliage in that yerdan elysium, the shelving rocks uphol
 
 blooming wild, daint miniature cas
 cades half curtained with ferns, slen I der dependent grasses, softly brush
 ing natures delicate crystal miTrori
 at your feet, the soft white sands iT | the presence of which the rarest Per
 sian rugs, abashed, would roll togeth CT in embarrassment, the while thu
 welcome portal stands arched witt .s--N. s.. nEr.1,~ T ing spray There, with the one, il the absence of whom, all existence
 empty, one feels that he would faii
 live and breathe in ecstacy, forever Don't know how he'd feel about
 when the beans ran out, or wash [. came, or his motheTin-iaw called ol { him, or the baby cut tooth, or tn
 grizzly tax collector rooted him out
 or the measles invaded the dump
 but it sure looked scrumptious tha 7 day
 Then the mighty gray rocks, loon
 ing protectingly overhead unui seems one could nail the cieats 0 , faith upon them and clinp to heaven while along the whispering stream
 and among the shaded boughs, you
 only neighboTs, song birds. featheret life, and the nimble chattering rogue , among the rocks, call and welcom you as the sun rises in his majest
 or sets in his radient glory.
 Some times the bird called tn , vinagerone and the playful aromati ? cat insists that he knows good thin
 when he sees it as well as you an perists in sharing the same free zons
 Out on the splendid divide, wher } the landscape assumes the form c ! frozen pillows, the view Is no less dt llightful Thousands of acres of Tic