Arizona republican., 1910-11-24

large bucks which the ranchman said were the fattest he had ever seen, also
 some other small game. Deciding that
 could not tarry longer, started once
 more on my journey and crossed some
 of the worst roads I have ever seen.
 Also went up the famous Strawberry hill and am convinced that it is the
 steepest and toughest hill in Arizona
 over which there is road, but my
 faithful old "invincible" climbed up
 without a protest The road down the rim into Tonto basin is very steep and
 dangerous, but I had no trouble at all and made that part of the journey after
 dark
 My next stop was at quaint little
 Mormon settlement called Pine
 As reached the first house a fright ened woman looked out and hurriedly closed and bolted the door.
 People ran out from every direction and learned the next morning that all most no one there had ever seen an automobile and thought that the noise was the rumbling of an earthquake. A curious crowd soon collected, part of which stationed themselves in a row across the street and declared they were going to wait to see the auto start If they missed their dinner, which they evidently did as they never left their post until I started.
 I began to fear that my gasoline would not last, so inquired if it were possible to buy any. and found wom- an who had a gasoline iron and induced her to part with two gallons at dollar per gallon, probably the highest price she will ever get for it.
 It was with reluctance that l pre- pared to leave this peaceful little valley and my obliging host and hostess, Mir. and Mrs. Fuller, whose delicious meals will long remain in my memory.
 The way to Payson was uneventful although the roads were very rough l overlook a cowboy on the way who promptly put the spurs to his horse and declared that -hiS-a -aatsmobile could beat my automobile into Payson, which he did by five minutes. although I sus- pected that several large rocks which I stopped to remove from the road did not come there by accident.
 PaysOn is a delightful summer re- sort The whole town turned out to inspect my machine and to watch my departure.
 The journey to Roosevelt was de- lightful, and the distance of 65 hours was made in seven hours, notwith- ! standing the fact that I stopped to | cook dinner, crossed the Verde several times through deep water and climbed some very steep hills. While climbing one very steep hill I saw ahead of me a freighting wagon upon which there was a crate of turkeys. Wishing to pass I blew a blast on the horn and the man turned around to see what was the trouble with the turkeys, not 1 dreaming of my proximity. l blew the | horn again, and again he turned to see what was wrong in the back of the wagon. Not discovering anything wrong. he pursued his journey. A third l time I blew the horn, and he stopped his team determined to see what was the matter with those d. turkeys. Then I blew the horn again, and II Gabriel had blowed his trumpet ne would not have been more surprised, and I will never forget the look or that was on his face as the old "invincible" sped by, and heard him say, Well, I'll be gol darned. One of them there runaway cook stoves.
 As I neared Roosevelt I came to road so steep and winding that It re- minded me of the famous corkscreW trail.
 The rest of this trip was uneventfuL and from the beginning to the end did not do a bit of work on my machine and had the engine been timed l would have made much quicker trip and used less gasoline.