Weekly Arizona journal-miner., 1907-10-02
CORDES CORRESPONDENCE

CORDEs, Ariz., Sept 2s.--Your cor. respondent, the "Old Badger" has just returned from 2OO.mile trip through Yavapai county, and he will now endeavor to describe what he saw from the saddle, for the beneh. of your readers.
 In company with-a younger Badger, we left here, and headed for the Bradshaws. Crossing Rumble Bee Flat wc passed tho Hidden Treasure rnipc, where the mill k idle at present. Next came the Parker mines, on Turkey Creek, where all Is rush and go; then ws came to Turkey Creek station, on tbe Bradshaw Mountain railroad, where a turkey buzzard sat on the wreck of an old freight wagon, one eye sizing mp placafd attached "a the door knob of saloon, upon which vas written; "Closed; out of biz. The buzzard had my full sympathy, as the day was warm. I.' Next day, passing Grown King. we crossed the mountains over one of the best wagon roads in Arizona. and scachcd ths old Tiger mine, which |, running SiGbt along. Then came tho Gro Bell, which Is also running. We tncn visited the Minnehaha, and or down to Little Oak Greek, passing mines all along the way. We stopped at the Byrncs camp, where Nr. Byrne, is developing some very promising prospects. About a mile from thi, camp a new camp is starting up, where machinery will soon be installed. Eight niles further along we reach iCd the site of the fatal dam on tn. fsmous Iisssayampa river, and, going into a field, disposed of a watermelon grown on ground once 6fty feet unde, water. In passing, I wish to remasl t was the best watermelon l ever ate by a dam site. From there .o tho Grove. nineteen miles away, ws passet through country hard to beat any where; good land, plenty of cleai water, thrifty farms on every hand and cool, shady spots
 Next we reached Kirkland, on ;h' railroad, and camped at the old sta ton. now owned by Mir. Robinson which flouri-hed m the days before the railroad reached Prescott. NcS day we passed the Hillside miuc. aIC reached Congress Junction, iron which plac. we found !. A. Trcn berth's teams busily engaged in haul ips oil to Octave.
 ! Next day we passed wickonburg and stopping at the sink, rested, pre- paratory to night ride. We stnrte, ont about sundown. and rode until th' wee. sma hours, just before dawn when our horses refused to go farthe in the direction we were headed. See ing n signboard. which We copld rcs' in the darkness, wr dismounsed. as. Hay down to sleep.
 I dreamed that I'd passed ,n m.
 checks, and stood at sheoI's gate ! eve had ridden long and steady, DO
 camping until late.)
 But when the morning sun arose,
 could scarce repress a smile,
 As l read upon ths, signboardi "T
 Phoenix, twenty mile.'
 Mounting. VIC turned in tho directio of Castle Hot springs, being as clos to Phoenix as we wished to get. E route to tho springs we passed severs small mining camps. Arriving at th springs, wc prepared to camp awhile
 hut remembering of reading in th Journal.Miner an account of rar avis, with "raref" breath. ehasin
 Mehitis somebody down the mountain
 side and into the hot springs, we tal
 Basin, where scores of good mines aF
 idle nt present for lack of means wit which to pay for development work. From Iiumbug to Tip Top is br four miles, and, with the exception ( the earetaker, the residents of the la ter place ars a very quiet and reticcr
 people, and, according to tho dim il
 scription op the crumbling head. board
 are old timers In the camp. There rel
 some of the men that made the Arizor
 Of the present possible. And nc if hollow mochery, with roofs eaved q . the worm'eaten doors fallen from rss' . hinges, exposing within the sfill stAs |, ing bars, grim speeter of lawie i, pact. there staod- . TOW of saloon asA ss the hrcese gently swa,s the diispidatet voofs and wsass, they se~
 to silently beekon 10 the little ITO, sleeping above. 70 once moro re,uI end renew the glorious past.
 Prom there to New River, sni ps
 the Santa Ans mine, and the Niee |. Brown, nothing was seen, except . ' wild eats In one bunch, until we aga ! reached Badger Springs.
 And now. in my den once moro, al with winter fas, approaching, I - I write "6nis" as yos win hear no "o !, from the
 OLD BADGER. c0RDEs, Ariz-, Sept. 90.