all who know, or wish to know,
the State.

For you, then, reader, who love or wish to know the State of Arizona,
with its painted deserts, its glorious skies, its wonderful mountains,
its magical horizons, its illimitable distances, its romantic past and
its magnificent possibilities, this little book has been written.

BASIL DILLON WOON.

CONTENTS

PAGE

THE BOY SOLDIER 13

FOLLOWING THE ARGONAUTS 17

ROUGH AND TUMBLE ON LAND AND SEA 37

THROUGH MEXICO AND BACK TO ARIZONA 50

STAGE DRIVER'S LUCK 61

A FRONTIER BUSINESS MAN 71

VENTURES AND ADVENTURES 80

INDIAN WARFARE 92

DEPUTY SHERIFF, CATTLEMAN AND FARMER 102

IN AGE THE CRICKET CHIRPS AND BRINGS-- 115

ILLUSTRATIONS

JOHN H. CADY Frontispiece

OLD BARRACKS IN TUCSON 20

RUINS OF FORT BUCHANAN 28

CADY'S HOUSE ON THE SONOITA 44

RUINS OF FORT CRITTENDEN 60

THE OLD WARD HOMESTEAD 76

SHEEP CAMP ON THE SONOITA 92

CADY AND HIS FAMILY 108

ARIZONA'S YESTERDAY

THE BOY SOLDIER

"_For the right that needs assistance,
For the wrong that needs resistance,
For the future in the distance,
And the good that they could do._"

Fourteen years before that broad, bloody line began to be drawn between
the North and the South of the "United States of America," before there
came the terrific clash of steel and muscle in front of which the entire
world retreated to a distance, horrified, amazed, fascinated and
confounded; before there came the dreadful day when families were
estranged and birthrights surrendered, loves sacrificed and the blight
of the bullet placed on hundreds of thousands of sturdy hearts--fourteen
years before this, on the banks of the mighty Ohio at Cincinnati, I was
born, on September 15, 1846. My parents were John N. Cady, of
Cincinnati, and Maria Clingman Cady, who was of German descent, and of
whom I remember little owing to the fact that she died when I re