Round about Bisbee. 



Although I had been for some days sight- 

 seeing from a car-window in New Mexico, and 

 had had more than one good stroll over desert- 

 like prairies, I was not so forcibly impressed with 

 the fact that I was in the far West as when I 

 reached this wonderful Arizona mining region. 

 Then the country back of me was indeed "on 

 East," and I was at last " out West." 



Of Bisbee itself there is little to be said. It is 

 gathered together in a little valley, hidden by high 

 hills, and presents no striking feature, as seen from 

 the station, when you leave the cars, or later, as 

 you pass along its single street. The little adobe 

 houses perched upon the hill-sides, however, are 

 somewhat picturesque, and, what is of more 

 importance, very comfortable. It was then — late 

 in July — the rainy season, and from noon until 

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