An Arlzonan Hill-side. 



iVlY many questions caused me to be set down 

 as a " tender-foot" the moment I reached a certain 

 mining-camp in Southern Arizona. Amusement 

 or disgust was depicted upon the countenance of 

 every miner that I questioned, and both, in one 

 unhappy instance, when I asked if the San Pedro 

 River was an irrigation ditch. This blunder de- 

 monstrated that I had all to learn, and from that 

 moment I pursued a course of quiet investigation. 

 Of mining-camps in general nothing need here 

 be said. Probably this particular one has no dis- 

 tinctive feature. Let it suffice that the surround- 

 ings, and not the camp, called me so far from 

 home, and it was to them that I turned as soon as 

 possible. Out of the village there was but one of 

 two things for the rambler to do : to follow this 

 or that tortuous valley, or climb to some one 

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