Arizona republican., 1909-02-22
GLANCE 0F THE VALLEY
 BY AN FASTENER
HIS IMPRESSIONS OF THE CAP
 HAL.
And of the People Whom He Hap
 pened to Meet.

The following by John Clay of Clay Robinson & Co.'S Live Stock Report will be found to be worth reading:
 Arizona is still a territory. a sort of embryo state knocking at the door of congress for admission, and from all prospects it is likely to add an- other star to the flag before many days. It is a land of sunshine, of great weird mountains, Of endless deposits of copper, of nomadic stoekmen, of a great and glorious climate. which you hear about hourly from the old citizen, for there are ancient mar iners" here as elsewhere
 Our object was neither climate nor copper. We were after other busi- ness; primarily, to meet many friends in the live stock business, and sec ondly. to get a view of Phoenix and its surroundings. So one evening not long ago We left Ash Fork, an oasis in this desert of sand and rock and towering mountains, and dropping swiftly down hill we pass Prescott, a thriving town subsisting on mining industries. There we turn into our berth, little dreaming how the colored
  ing the small hours of the night and early dawn. From winter cold we were dropping to the balmy semi tropical climes of the Salt River val ley, but with a contrariness worthy of a Scotchman he kept piling on coal or steam to the already overheated pipes Hot blasts of air struck you in the face, dried up your mouth and nostrils and made life miserable and you tossed about in your berth like a boat in an open sea. The long dreary hours at last wore away and just as the sun was touching the mountains with a morning glow we escaped from this unfortunate plight in bad humor and inclined to kick his highness the DOT ter instead of dropping a nimble quar- ter into his ever ready hand. After such a night this tipping business adds insult to injury
 But once on the depot platform a change comes over your dreams As you drive up four or five blocks to the Hotel Adams, how cool and pleas ant it is, how grateful the sharp, clear, wholesome air, surcharged with a wealth of oxygen from the far away mountains. And then you step into - an excellent hotel, bright log fire playing up the chimney. taking away the chill of what in Chicago would be a May morning or in England a leafy June.
 With us, companions of our joys and sorrows, are Tom Pollock. from Flag staff in this territory, and Joe Kerr. envoy extraordinary for the s. Jo-
 
 he plays his part is only known by those who travel with him and hear him in his dulcet way tell of the glor- ies of St. Joe as a live stock market No missel thrush ever piped sweeter note of love to his mate in the morn ing than that by which our travelling companion can woo a shipper.
 After breakfast we foregathered with Hugh Campbell and through his good services, MT H. l. Latham. a successful real estate agent, took a party of us in his auto and we went out as far as Beardsley. some twenty five miles, to see an up-to-date shear ing plant. The way lies through pleas ant streets, where giant cottonwoods find a cOngenial home by the side of the babbling ditches. Patches of al falfa and fields of grain radiant in spring greenery meet your eye. Far afield are herds of lowing Kline, nearly all showing Holstein blood, for this is dairy country. You can test it at the hotel and private houses by the cream and butter served. How lux uriant and verdant everything is, and then you pass away from the city to the farm and. flying through wide lanes. you strike what they call the desert. It may be so in summer and the long autumn days. for there is no winter here. Now there are no signs The greasewood and sage brush have the tinge of spring on their scrawny