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"Four Peaks, Arizona"

The stinging grass and thorny plants and all it's prickly tropic glories, the thieving, starved inhabitants, Who look so picturesque in stories. The dusty, long, hot, dreary way, Where'neath a blazing sun you totter, To reach a camp at close of day and find it destitute of water.The dying mule, the dried-up spring.......Which novel writers seldom notice;......The song the blood mosquitoes sing, and midnight howling of coyotes.The tarantulas and centipedes, horn'd toads and piercing mezquite daggers, with thorny bushes, grass and weeds to bleed the traveler as he staggers.Why paint things in a rosy light, and never tell the simple fact thus - How one sits down to rest at night, and often squats upon a cactus.  -- early poetic tribute to the west.

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