Outing . r valley, asserted to be one ofthe most productive in the world. Theyellow represents the unreclaimed des-ert, the green the orange groves and al- [409] 410 THE OUTING MAGAZINE falfa fields that draw life from the greatRoosevelt reservoir. On all sides arejagged mountains; the Bradshaws, theMogollons and the beautiful Supersti-tion mountains, as lavender at sunsetas the desert is golden, and at middaybare and austere as tinted metal. In thecenter of the squares lies the capital citylike a mottled butterfly stuck fast on asheet of yellow flypaper. Across this checkerboard a cowman wher
Outing . r valley, asserted to be one ofthe most productive in the world. Theyellow represents the unreclaimed des-ert, the green the orange groves and al- [409] 410 THE OUTING MAGAZINE falfa fields that draw life from the greatRoosevelt reservoir. On all sides arejagged mountains; the Bradshaws, theMogollons and the beautiful Supersti-tion mountains, as lavender at sunsetas the desert is golden, and at middaybare and austere as tinted metal. In thecenter of the squares lies the capital citylike a mottled butterfly stuck fast on asheet of yellow flypaper. Across this checkerboard a cowman where there is nobody to talk to and alluphill. It took us five, but we loiteredon the way like truants, and each daywas so different from its predecessorthat it was like taking up a diurnal resi-dence on some strange planet. A night on the desert was followed bya days journey through the foothillsstarred with gold and copper mines,most of them abandoned, a few in a qui-escent stage, while from others ore was. THE BRANDING OF THE CALVES IS NOT A PLEASANT SIGHT who was riding to Flagstaff to purchasehorses and I trotted through the impal-pable dust that swarmed into the wagon,settling softly on the provisions like yel-low snow. Every stamp of the horseshoofs shot it out in opaque puffs. It wasas buoyant as mist and hung in the at-mosphere, marking our trail across thedesert with a suspended golden haze. My cowboy acquaintance knew theroads, the trails, where there was waterand where there was none, and he saidhe would show me to Cave Creek, theVerde, and all the rest. We madecamp on the banks of the Arizona canalwhich divides the desert from the is the principal artery of irrigation,and from it the laterals criss-cross thevalley. Beyond is primeval desert for aspace and then foothills and afterwardmesa and mountain. Its a three days journey to the land being hoisted tediously to the surface,usually by the proprietor himself withthe perfunctory assistance of a Mexican,or two.
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