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Volumit 5
Number 46.
The Pick and Drill wlill cost you
less than thre (3) cents; per week.
Why not subscribe for it? Surely it
is worth so small a price per year.
The Imperial Government Rail
wav, of Japan, has ordered from the
Pencoyd Iron Works between seven
ami eight thou sand tons of steel
bridges, to be delivered within a year.
The order consists of 45 one hundred
f<>ot spans, and a number of two
hundree foot spans. Our commerce
iif the ( Orient is growing with great
rapidity, and with^i acquisition of
the Felipines; or more properly speak
ing, with peace re-established in those
islands, our “principal industry” must
surely and certainly increase more
than an hundred fold. This coast
will be built up and San Francisco be
come the rival of New Tork. both in
population and in wealtn.'-
The alleged coalition of the South
and Central American republics)?), for
mutual defense against the United
States, very graphically illustrates a
“tempest in a teapot.” Were it not
for the moral force exerted by this
-rovernment in their behalf, there
wouldn't be a single one of them in
al! that country today in <ondition to
coalesce with a Digger lidian. The
ingratitude of republics is proverbial,
and those jim-crow repuolics to the
south of us, simply enphasize the
truth of the proverb —“-epublic are
ungrateful. The “coaltion” of a
pack <>f insignificant fic*. against a
big hearted mastiff withoit their reach
and wholly indifferent tothe fice com-[
bine, could not be more "idiculous or I
more farcical.
If this government i- to be run
solely in the interests < f. commerce,
then commerce should be nade to pay
the running expenses of he govern
ment. And if this govermient must
spread itself over all creaion. solely
in the interests of com lerce. then
commerce should be madeto bear the
expense of the “spreading act,” and
for its protection by the jovernment.
If commerce is the principal industry
of the land, let that “prinipal indus
try” pnv the principal lart of the
tax s. This is bid right aid it should
do so. How is it in thi: Territory?
Does the “principal indistry” here
pay its just proportion ol the taxes? |
We believe it does not. J is the poor j
devils who pay taxes at of all pro-1
portion to real propery values, and ;
whose “principal indusry” is the la-i
bor of their hands am the sweat of i
their brows. Is this ri ht? Is it jus-I
tice?
Wr; u ij’XonuCE tins week a short'
• •dip rial from the Exminer of San ■
Francisco which may be “read be-:
tween the lines. - ’ It i very evident
that the level-headed eitoir of the Ex
’ a miner, like most a. l.evel-headed
- men. is becoming verymujeh disgust
< d with our present fom bf “confed
eration." with its nultiplicity of
wheels within wheels. Sooner or la
ter we shall have “on government,”
or else no governmnt at all. The
states autonomy ide is false in its
PRESCOTT, ARIZONA, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 1899.
conception and impracticable with
growth and age. The government at
Washington is alone resposible to all
foreign powers, and these states - gov
ernments are becoming- the millstones
that drag the general government
down into the political mire. We now
have forty-tour “independent com
monwealth s” e ndea vori ng—wi t h their
everlasting kicking- at something- or
other —to form one independent g-ov
ernment. The whole scheme was got
ten up, as it was in South and Central
America, solely in the interest of a
legion of office-holdet s, who live and
wax tat off of the toiling masses, and
whose substance they devour with the
rapacity « f wolves. We are cursed
with too many governments and se
quentially with a multiplicity of elec
tions which keep the whole country
in an everlasting turmoil and an un
settled condition all the while.
Some time ago. this office received
a letter from the alleged “Spenazuma
Gold Mining and Milling Company.”
dated June 29, 1899. We answered
that letter July 5, 1899. Our letter
was addressed as directed, but August
18th it was returned rrom the New
York city postoffice, with following
endorsements, to-wit:
“Returned to sender; cannot be
found by New York postoffice. Aug.
12, 1899. Do not post again in this
envelope or wrapper.”
From the above showing it is evi
dent that the so-called “Spenazuma
Gold Mining and Milling Company” is
a fake and fraud, and that its office in
New York is carried about in some
bilk’s hat.
On the letter heads of this wonder
ful company-—“the Spenazuma Gold
Mining and Milling Company are
the following names, ete., etc.:
“Wm. R. Whitehead, president: J. S.
Mantali, treasurer; C. Henry Mosher,
secretary. Mines and mining offices
(also in a hat). Spenazuma, Fort
Thomas, Arizona. Transfer to treas
urer’s offices (same old hat), rooms
914. 915, 916, 20 Broadway St., New
York city.”
At the latter offices (?) is where the
“sucker” transfers his cash and
receives pieces of printed paper there
for. which paper he may use for wrap
ping, if not too badly pocket-worn.
There is an old “chestnut story - ’
going the rounds of the press, and
"which we have read time and again
for. Io! these many moons, which tells
the alleged first experience of an
unsophisticated Westerner at a society
evening party. He remarks: “‘Guess
I’ve gotten into the wrong room: this
must be the baby-feeding depart
ment.” This fellow was no more
“unsophisticated” than is the editor
of the Tombstone Prospector, who
guilelessly, or carelessly, or from a
lack of “general reading and informa
tion,” credits the “chestnut story”
aforesaid as original with the editor of
the Copper Era. at Clifton, Arizona.
For the scissors editor on the Daily
and Weekly Tombstone Prospector to
be guilty of such unsophisticatedness
is unpardonable, to say the least. As
to the Copper Era fellow, well he is—
er—well, he is a “joe dandy - ’ in
playing some people —one people—for
chumps.
Throughout the entire west, bu
j more‘particularly in the territories of
! Arizona and New Mexico, the idea of
| National irrigation prevails almost
unanimously with the people. No
more meritorious proposition can pos
। sibly come up before congress, than
the one of constructing great national
' reservoirs for the storage of the per
; manent and flood-waters of the coun
try. Such a system would bring mil
’ lions of now worthless acres into mar
-1 ket and under successful cultivation,
: adding thereby wealth, population,
' and general prosperity to the whole
i country. The government would be
enabled to dispose of its public lands,
I under these reservoirs, and to cover
1 into the United States treasury mil
lions of dollars, more perhaps than
■ the first cost of any and all reservoirs
I so constructed. It would make of the
I great southwest, or arid region, the
; paradise for the eastern home-seeker,
I and thus relieving the overcrowded
populous centers along our northeas
। ern Atlantic seaboard.
There are mines. There are mining
men. There are prospects which do
not deceive. There are plenty of
wildcats which disgust men with min
' ing. The Mining World says that a
। mining camp with but a single pay-
I ing lode running through it offers a
i good field for the wildcat mining
, broker or speculator. Virginia City,
t Nevada, is a place in point. The Com
-1 stock was a paying proposition wher
’ ever it was struck. It made Virginia
| City famous. Men made fortunes in
i mining upon the Comstock and in
dealing in its shares. But the Com
; stock didn't make wildcats pay, but it
; made them sell, and many men lost
, their all in trying to make something
'out of them. Esmeralda, Austin.
I Pioche and other points in Nevada
| had their rich mines; they also had
their wildcats. The latter “queered”
j the former. Wildcat propositions are
j a curse to any mining center. They
। breed doubt and distrust of really
I good lodes, for the same confident,
apparently honest, business-like repre
j sentations are employed to dispose of
I a wildcat that are used to sell the
i former. But, happily, the day of the
. wildcat has long since passed away in
I most all of the old mining centers,
j Every tub must stand upon its own
' bottom, and about every mining man
in established camps knows the bot
! tom of every prospect hole and min
' ing shaft in the district.
A special telegram to the Phenix
■ Herald says: “A fire at Yuma totally
i destroyed the store of E. F. San
guinetti; loss, SIOO,OOO, with $40,000
i insurance. The building belonged to
John Gandolfo, and was worth $15,000
and partly insured. Grigin of fire
unknown. Six lives were lost so far
as known. The men were engaged
tin removing- goods from the lower
floor, when the second story crashed
suddenly down upon them, and they
were buried beneath tons of burning
rubbish and burned beyond recogni
tion. It is thought several other
people lost their lives in the tire, but
;so far the following are the names of
those known to have perished in the
tire: H. F. Neahr, Rodolfo Wilson,
James Tapia. Julian Preciado, R.
Rivera and Richard Wilson.
Law of Evolution.
Most of the gigantic animals of geo
logical eras belonged to species which
have completely vanished, and of
those which have living representa
tives it is difficult to say whether they
have undergone a true change of size
or whether the modern examples are
merely survivals of smaller contem
porary varieties. The larger animals
have a. tendency to disappear first in a
partial failure of food supply, (rigan
tic armadiiloes, closely resembling
those of the present day, were formerly
abundant in South America. The
remains of huge sloths are found in
Cuba and North America. Sharks
attaining a length of more than 10(1
feet are found in comparatively recent
fossil deposits. Another fish which
represents a larger prehistoric species
is the American bony pike, which is
one of the few survivals of the enor
mous Ganoids of the secondary strata.
The tiny nautilus of the present day
had kindred 10 or 12 feet long in early
times. Another small shellfish, the
pteropod, whose delicately complex
structure is packed in an inch of shell,
is found in fossil remains to have
reached the respectable length of a
couple of feet —Cincinnati Enquirer.
Here is a field for reform: “Down
with the theatrical lithographers!
A has the billboard! The immorality
of the stage we can escape by boycot
ting the theater; we do not have to go
there. But the billboards, ablaze with
vulgarity: debauching the eye with
salacious suggestion; staring us out of
countenance with their brazen shame
lessness —these we cannot help seeing:
they are thrust upon us; they stand in
our way; they hail young girls and
boys on their way to school; this thing
is a crying shame; a flagrant offense
against public modesty and good
morals; this, it is our right and duty
to destroy. Even the hardened and
blase cities have cried out against the
indecency of the billboard. Let us
blow a mighty blast on the trumpet
and move forward to its destruction.
And while we are at it. we can but
observe that the billboard pictures
have repeated themselves in minia
ture here and there in more secluded
places. Yes, in the cigarette boxes,
although that wasn’t just what I was
looking at And in artistic advertise
ments of multitudinous beers and
innumerable whiskies; yes, that is
terrible, too; some of those pictures,
had they appeared in such high colors
and attitudes in pamphlet form a few
years ago, would have landed the
printer in the arms of Anthony Com
stock; pity it is there should be so
much coarseness and vulgarity even
in the lines of trade that cater to the
appetites of men. But there, we can
see some reason —or, rather, some
motive for that.’’—Bob Burdette, in
Los Angeles Times.
Ben Morgan, lawyer and orator,
formerly of Prescott, late of Oakland.
California, and now at Tucson, writes
a long letter to his old friend, “Uncle - ’
Billy Wilkerson, of this city, in which
he makes inquiries after his many old
time acquaintances of Prescott; among
those Mr. Morgan mentions is John
H. Marion. You had better visit us,
Ben, in order to catch up with the
march of Old Time, and burnish up
your memory box. Times have
changed. Ben, since you were here;
but old Thumb Butte still stands sen
tinel in the west—no change there.
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