Bisbee daily review., 1918-06-16
A TRIP TO THE
 CHIRICAHUAS

Why don't you go to the Chiricah- uas. The question has been asked the newspaper man many times by many pilgrims in the Warren district in the past year. If you go there you will never care for Ramsey canyon in the | Hrachucas any more." Well. the newspaper man went. An ne cares more for the Huachucas than ever. Bu- let US tell the tale in regular order. Getting away to a flying start in the flivver the newspaper man hit ev- cry bump in the Douglas road in due order. He took the automobile editor along in order to help him with the flivveT, and he took his family along in case he himself should need help. But he found. to his sorrow, that the automobile editor did not know any thing about flivyers, and his family only helped him to spend his money to buy food to satisfy ravenOus appe- tites accumulated during the long drive.
 Now, every man. woman and child in the Warren district had told the newspaper man that it was just forty miles from Douglas to Rodeo and just ten miles further on to the famous Cave Creek Well. the first thing that greeted the newspaper mans eye at the limits of Douglas was big sign that declared it was fiftv-three miles to Rodeo. And that sign did not lie It is all of fifty-three. But there was balm in Gilead, for the road is the best by far in this section of the country. The flivver slipped along that highway like a bird on the wing It neither stopped nor stuttered any where along the road to Rodeo. And the road on to the aforesaid famous Cave Creek was as smooth as a silk ribbon in girl graduates brown hair.
 But where was the creek The news paper man steered that game, grand little flivver up the canyon for five miles, crossing a creek bed where no road should ever be, three times. ln- quiry of a cowpuncher developed the fact that this was the wonderful cave Creek. Outside of the fact that there was no water in it, it was grand lit- tie creek. It flows-nol it winds down a canyon filled with beautiful trees and walled by rocks that rise sheer for hundreds of feet like the battlements of some old Roman town. But the newspaper mcn missed that mountain brook that fills Ramsey canyon with sighs and laughter and the endless story of the years.
 10 come Cave Greek will come into its own again and bring the same old joy to the hearts of ;he campers who come there from the desert. But that brook up in Ramsey defies the drouth. the desert and the devils own dryness the year round and never misses a note from the same song that Soutney's wa ters sang when they come down at Lodore.
 Valve Trouble Came Like Blight.
 After a noble lunch and a grand rest under the big trees the newspaper man and his party started for town. It was then, for the first time, that things began to happen on this quiet, pleasant and uneventful trip. Before the fiivver had leaped hundred yards on the return journey q punctuTe pierced the pleasure of a perfect day. The automobile editor was about as handy on the job of changing that tire as a left-handed mOnkey-wrench. But finally the change was made, and the auto editor turned out 10 be beas with the air pump.
 But the valve in the new inner tube would not work. The pump handle rose up like a cats back under sixty pounds of air pressure from the tire. Three times did the newspaper man, the auto editor and the small boy take tires away and replace them with oth- CT tires and pump them full Of air, only to be driven cuckoo by valves that would pot hold that air
 Never had the newspaper man had valve trouble before. 1t was too sub tie and too deep for him. The auto editor talked most learnedly about magnetos and piston drives and bevel- cd gearing and aluminium frames and one-man tops and demountable rims, but his knowledge of valves was nix, null and void. The newspaper nan sailed an inner tube over big pine tree and cursed the man that invent ed valves. The sun set anG tle twi- light began to drift down the big can yon, throwing big shadows before. like the mystery of death hiding the path to immortality. A wildcat stuck its head out of a cave half mile high iu the walls of rock and gave a yOwl that made the newspaper mans hair raise straight up. And the newspaper mans wife gave an answering scream that scared that wildcat stitf and 1t back ed back into that cave mile and Ealf and will probably not dare to come out again for a week.
 Fifteen miles from town and noth.lg but valyeless tires. It looked bad. But just then came a good Samaritan who was camped near by with a flivver of his own and he produced a little box of valves and fitted one of them m a tire and it worked like charm. And the newspaper man drove away, call ing down blessings upon that Samari tan's head
 A Game Cowpuncher.
 And it was only a little while until the newspaper man had a chance to play the good Samaritan himself. It is