Bisbee daily review., 1910-07-10
(By John S. McGroarty)

zona is yet as yourg as yesterdays bloom and blossom on the peach trees that flame from the deep heart of the age-forgottsn valleys of Cibois. If was a populous land before the Pyramids were reared as a tomb for Rameses; its ancient people builded cities and wove and spun tapestries and gay raiment in the sun to adorn the beautiful women who had bodies as fair as Cleopatra's before Cleopatra was born; gold and silver and bronze were smelted and wrought from its hills into Queens girdles and chieftain's battle axes when the Teuton and the Gaul were still etonemen: its marvellous engln- eers had watered it's fertile fields from concrete,lined aqueducts and giant irrigation dams that had fallen 10 decay and disuse centuries before Montezuma ascended the throne of the Aztecs Under the sands oi Arizona lie bdried the walls and towers of vast communal Bueblos the countless inhabitants of whicn dis sppeared into the mists of oblivion in years that ante-date not only his tory. but tradition itself.
 Ponulous. rich and busy with the days work in mart and field and mine of the ages that passed before the finger of Time began to write the uncertain chronicles O. the world, inc strange hand or silence fell at last-and suddenly. perhaps-on ATT zona: not destroying or withering her with plague. or irapaling her upon disaster. but rather. as it would seem mesmerizing her into sleep How long she slept there IS now no man who knows, or will there ever he any man to know. but it Is cer- tain that she slept-slept and rested like a tawny lion through numberless suns and moons and the shifting stars of unrecorded centuries. And now. after that long rest and that death like sleep. snatched for a while from ,be dreams of eternity. Arizona is again awake-reborn, rejuyenated ana reincarnate in a recreated youth.
 Pizarro in his murderous conquest of Peru and bloody handed Cortez in Mexico both heard. as they stood knee-deep in treasure. of the Seven Cities of Cibola' iE Arizona that were infinitely richer than Inca storehouse or Aztec stronghold. The Seven Cities lived in tradition w'her- ever the Spanish conquerors went. But Coronado. the Conquistadore, who started out to find them in 154O,
 walked unknowingly over them. They were buried as they still are buried, under the sands of lost 2gcss Coro- uado found only desert noInads who, if they could claim descent at all from the ancient dwellers m Arizona. had lost all remembrance and bene- fit fthat descent He found the Navajo weaving his blankets and singing his songs to the gods he loved or feared the Hopi incantating spells and dancing with the snakes
 And he found as she American white man found three cen -uries afterward.
 the Apaches who. man for man as Lumi says were the greatest fighting race the world has ever known.
 From the g,amor of all that olden romance We turn the picture Of Arizona that was framed for us in our boyhood--a picture Of a wild and desolate land. venomous with poisonous reptiles and deadly crawl ing creatures, centipedes and Gila monsters whose very breath was fa- tai to life. cacti, Apaches, b,azing waterless wastes whose trails were dim with death-"The Land that God Forgot" It was pictured for us as the haunt of the outlaw and the cut throats. of gun-fighters. murders and cattle rustlers and the Land of Miss ing Men. The first timid traye,ers who crossed Arizona in transconti- mental railway train looked from the
 car windows as the dawn famed upon the red buttes and the silent desolate wastes, shuddering for their safety and wondering whether it
 would hear that the band of troopers
 they occasionally saw al the lone station would lie down to bleach 1 their bones in a desert ambush.
 But we must turn also from the 1 picture of Arizona that was framed t for us in our bOyhood and look upon ] the real and actual Arizona of to- day. And we shall see that the pic
 ture which now meets our gaze is the
 most fascinating picture of all. The
 wonders of romance that we have
 delved from old books. the wild life
 of the plains and trails and desert
 hills. fades away as childish fancies
 in the light of the truth that bring
 before us the achievements of thS
 American white man in the Arizons of this hour.
 Buried deep in the sands of tim' are the Seven Cities of Cibola. bu over their ruins and high above theil lost towers stand thrice seven citiei now, richer more beautiful and end lessly more alluring with the TO nance of progress than Cibola eve was. Again the fields are green iron the touch of living waters, agaiI are wrought from the treasure house. of the inexhaustible hills gold an' silver and bronze for a Queens gir dle and the battle axes of ehieftains The name of Arizona that was wri in sand through countless ages O sleep is now written in furnace flam' on the scroll of midnight skies.
 Gone is the lawless life os the des ert the Apache has been beaten stel tx~. -so., o.d trob l,-- srrh Into ann.