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eath-taking in its diversity and extent.
Nearly one hundred miles away, snowclad
Mt. Whitney may be seen glistening
on the horizon. In closer perspective appears
the flat expanse of Searles lake,
with the town of Trona just barely discernible.
Immediately below the summit
lies Fire Hole, a huge rocky basin with
colorings so vivid that it appears to be
still glowing from the fires of past ages.
Cardinal Throne, a huge volcanic butte,
rises from the center of the basin to dominate
the scene. At the foot of Cardinal
Throne, a branch leaves the main road
and follows the east slope of Pilot Knob.
The road passes through a section known
as Robbers' Roost, the appearance of
which justifies its title and brings within
the bounds of credulity some of the
tales that have been woven around it.
During the Panamint City boom, Tiburcio
Vasquez and his gang of Mexican
bandits, fresh from successful marauding
expeditions in other sections of the state,
took up their abode in the rocky embattlements
surrounding Fire Hole. From
the topmost points, enemies could be seen
miles away. Countless recesses and caves
afforded perfect concealment from the
law and permitted Vasquez to carry on
his depredations against passing stage
coaches at will. Occasional forays against
the stage station a few miles distant served
to break the monotony of his regular
pastime and to keep his larder well filled.
Legend of Missing Stage
One of the misdeeds attributed to Vasquez
and his band was the complete disappearance
of a stage coach with all its
occupants. I first heard the story from
Miss Finley who stated that she in turn
had heard it from an old-timer who was
passing through Copper City. I later
mentioned it to F. V. Sampson, Barstow's
desert photographer. He too, had heard
the story, but with meager details. Somewhere
in the fastness of the region m.'y
be hidden the conclusive evidence of the
bandit's crime. Or the story moy be just
one of those yarns that are intended only
for campfire consumption. I am inclined
to believe the latter, but—Ouien Sabe.
In BaiStow I had heard some one refer
:o Grace Finley as the "Copper Queen. '
I mentioned this jokingly. She laughed.
"Yes, if that little shack over there is a
palace and that old mine dump up there
a throne, perhaps it is a very fitting
title."
Later as I stood on her proposed building
site and noted the gorgeous panorama
spread out before me, I could not
help but reflect that if her success justifies
the title, Nature already has provided a
setting for the throne. From an elevation
of 4000 feet the rolling slopes of Superior
valley flow downward to merge with
three dry lakes, 14 miles away. During
the spring months this area is one of the
wildflower show places of the Mojave
desert. Blankets of color that can be seen
for miles cover the whole surface from
the dry lakes to the mountains.
Miss Finley refers to the dry lakes as
her "door-bells." Visitors travelling across
the playas send up a cloud of dust
that announces their coming a half hour
before they arrive.
The week days are busy days for Miss
Finley but Sunday finds her graciously
greeting visitors that come her way. She
likes people and conversation and is always
eager to share some new bit of scenery
or botanical find with her guests. To
the uninitiated, the desert spells only desolation
and danger and the invariable
question is: "Why do you live out here
alone? Aren't you afraid?"
Grace Finley's answers are simple and
direct. "I love the desert. There's nothing
to fear."
In the hell-roaring days of the old
West, the mining gentry were apt to
spend their leisure moments in ways not
conducive to a long and lasting life. Copper
City's young prospector finds her relaxation
in—writing poetry! It's good
poetry, too—children's poetry.
As I summed up the accomplishments
of Miss Finley, from her early prospecting
efforts down to building a half-mile
road to her cabin, my thoughts went back
to a part of the first editorial in the first
issue of the Desert Magazine: "To those
who come to the desert with friendliness,
it gives friendship; to those who come
with courage, it gives new courage."
Grace Finley has acquired both.
i H Place
State • • •
"This is a contest of cowboy sports, open to cowboys who are sportsmen,
so if you don't think you can win without help, or are afraid of
getting hurt, get a grandstand seat instead of a receipt for entrance,
fees."
This paragraph, taken from the rules
governing the annual Frontier Days program
at Prescott, Arizona—to be held
July 4-5-6-7—gives a revealing glimpse
of the type of show these northern Arizonans
stage every year for the entertainment
of their guests.
Located in the heart of one of the finest
ranges in Arizona, Prescott draws its
performers direct from the cow camps.
They are riders—not showmen. But because
they are the cream of the fraternity,
they always put on a good show.
Prescott has been holding these July
cowboy events for so many years that
only the old-timers remember the first
one—53 years ago.
It is a non-professional contest. Any
rider may enter any event in which during
the last three years, he has not won
as high as second place in the finals of
any of the major rodeos or cowboy contests
in which points are recognized for
national and world championships.
Prescott's show is a non-profit event,
sponsored entirely by civic leaders in
the community—and its long and successful
record is evidence of its popularity
with both riders and spectators.
It is a department of the northern Arizona
State Fair association activities. Cooperation
is given by the Yavapai Associ-
ates, representing the chambers of commerce
of Ash Fork, Jerome, Prescott, Seligman,
the Kirkland, Mayer and Humboldt
districts, the Cottonwood Progressive
and Camp Verde Improvement associations,
Arizona Cattle growers, Arizona
Mohair growers, Yavapai county
council ASMOA, the county agricultural
agent's office, the City of Prescott and the
Yavapai county board of supervisors.
Arena management and direction of
the program is in the hands of A. T.
Spence, well known and liked cattleman
and cowboy, of Ash Fork.
The community organization sponsoring
the event is directed by C. C. Jackson,
of Kirkland, general chairman; A.
A. Johns, vice chairman; M. B. Haseltine,
treasurer, and Grace M. Sparkes,
secretary. Active committees are serving
in all branches. Dr. E. C. Seale, president
of the Prescott chamber of commerce, is
chairman of the finance committee with
Joe Heap, assistant.
Situated in the rolling pine-clad hills
of the mile-high plateau that stretches
across northern Arizona, Prescott is a
natural mecca for the dwellers of the desert
lowlands when summer months come,
and because of its popularity with summer
vacationists, has provided comfortable
accommodations for many thousands
of visitors.
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