IN MORNING NEGLIGÉE. the DINNER and STREET TOILETS the robes are, as to their character of ornament, very similar, and may be regarded as front and back views of the same, although the first figure, or front, is a Soutane, and the tails or basque-like shape in the back view are not, as in the front, sewed flat upon the dress, but are entirely separate. The skirt of the second view is also festooned under thin lozenges, and exposes an under-skirt trimmed, but striped, not lozenged, to match the upper dress. MORNING NEGLIGÉE.-Among several novelties we have seen one that buttons from the neck to the bottom of the skirt in front, and from the waist down all the way at the back, the last few buttons being left open. The robe was perfectly plain. We illustrate above one with rerers formed by cutting up the sides of the skirt. The material is maizecolored merino, trimmed with a deeper hued or buff plait of silk, and with cords and tassels upon the sleeves and chest. NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. NO. CLXXVIII-MARCH, 1865.-VOL. XXX. S five or six days would elapse before the was on this mesa, and what an inexhaustible party, consisting of Mr. Poston, Lieutenant Ar- tle. No water, however, is to be found nearer nold, and myself, accompanied by ten men be- than the Santa Cruz River and the cañons of longing to the escort, took advantage of the op- the Santa Rita Mountains. The Pecacho on portunity to visit the mines of the Santa Rita dis- the left forms a bold and striking feature in the trict. For this expedition we provided ourselves scene, rising like a massive fortress directly on with a pack-mule for our provisions and carried the edge of the plain, and backed by the rugour own blankets on horseback. Crossing the ged ribs of the Santa Ritas, the two main peaks Santa Cruz at the foot of the milpas, opposite the of which, called "the teats," form a prominent town of Tubac, we followed an arroya for about land-mark to travelers for a circuit of over two four miles, when we ascended the right bank hundred miles. Our trail over the mesa, otherand entered a dry elevated plain, called in this wise monotonous, was pleasantly diversified by country a mesa, or table, stretching almost as groves of palo-verde and bunches of cactus; but far as we could see north and south, and bound- apart from the peculiarity of the vegetation, it ed on the east by the mountains of Santa Rita, was a luxury to breathe the air. Nothing more and on the west by the Santa Cruz Valley and pure or invigorating could exist upon earth. the mountains of Atacosa. It was a matter of The unclouded sky and glowing tints of the surprise to most of us how luxuriant the grass mountains; the unbounded opulence of sun Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1865, by Harper and Brothers, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern District of New York. VOL. XXX.-No. 178.-E E 410 shine, which seemed to sparkle in atmospheric scintillations, inspired us with a perfect overflow of health and spirits; and it was no wonder we built many castles in the air, and reveled in dreamy regions of enchantmentin which the glittering silver mines of Arizona played a prominent part. of At the first break of the mesa we struck an arroya, or rather rocky ravine, in which I noticed some very remarkable geological formations. A large area of the earth was covered by immense columns of sandstone, standing like the ruined colonnade some grand old castle, many of them capped by prodigious boulders of rock, human which no power could have elevated to their present resting-places. How they came there, or how long they have thus stood battling with the elements, was beyond our abilLieuity to decide. tenant Ives, in his Not far beyond the mesa we entered upon a SANDSTONE COLUMNS. had passed the wagon and teamsters a few minutes before and proceeded to the hacienda. As the freight-party did not arrive within a reasonable time, Grosvener walked out alone to see what was the cause of the delay. The Apaches had meantime made their murderous attack on the teamsters and plundered the wagon; and were moving up the cañon, when they saw Grosvener coming, and immediately formed an ambush behind the rocks and shot him dead as he approached. His grave lies a few hundred yards from the head-quarters of the hacienda. A marble head-stone, upon which his name is inscribed, with the additional words not uncom mon in Arizona: "Killed by the Apaches," | Wrighton, who has had long experience in this marks the spot. By the side of this grave is an- region, is now on the way out, and probably not other headstone, bearing the name of Mr. Slack, more than a few months will elapse before the his predecessor, who lost his life by the same mines and hacienda will be occupied by a large ruthless tribe of Indians. Another of the man- working force. agers, also killed by the Apaches, lies buried at Tubac. Early in the afternoon we reached the beautiful hacienda of the Santa Rita Company, now solitary and desolate. The houses have gone to ruin, and only a few adobe walls, furnaces, and the frame-work of the mill remain to mark the spot formerly so full of life and enterprise. It was sad to stand among these ruins and think how hard a fate had been the reward of nearly all the enterprising men who had built up this little community. A few years ago these houses, now empty and crumbling down in dusty fragments, were replete with busy life; the reduction works were in full blast, and every heart throbbed with the brightest anticipations of the future. Mr. Poston, who had done more perhaps than any other man to develop the resources of this vast mineral region, had some depressing reflections as he gazed upon this scene of ruin. He had suffered too much, however, in Arizona, and seen too many reverses of fortune to waste much time in retrospection. The future was still bright and promising. It would not be long before these tenements would be again inhabited, and the sounds of life and industry again enliven the place. With the necessary protection now promised the Company is prepared to re-establish the works; an experienced manager, Mr. At the distance of a few hundred yards from the hacienda is a silver lead, situated strangely enough in the valley, close by the bed of the creek, upon which some explorations have been made. An assay of the ore, made in 1861, yielded $400 to the ton. Water is furnished by the mine itself, which is not considered a disadvantage in this country, where that element is the great desideratum. A mile beyond we reached the foot of the Salero Mountain, near which, in a pleasant little valley, stand the ruins of the peon houses, once occupied by the operatives on the Salero Mine. The surrounding hills are clothed with a rich growth of grass, and there is an abundance of oak timber scattered over these hills and the adjacent mountains to supply the requisite fuel for the reduction works for many years. Water is found in an adjacent cañon a few hundred yards from the quarters, but not in sufficient quantities for stock. There would be no difficulty, however, in increasing the quantity by digging. The Salero, which is the principal mine in this region, is situated in the side of a conical mountain of the same name, rising immediately from this little valley, and presenting some very striking mineral phenomena. The shaft is seen about a third of the way up its face, and is approached by a wagon road, which cuts and leaves exposed a number of veins running into the mountain in nearly the same direction, and all bearing more or less indications of silver. This mine has long been known to the Mexicans, and was worked more than a century ago under the direction of the Jesuits at Tumacacori. A legend is told of the derivation of the name, SALERO or Salt-cellar, which may be worthy of record. On the occasion of a visit from the Bishop of Sonora to Tumacacori, the good father in charge of that establishment furnished, as in duty bound, the best entertainment for his superior that his limited resources would allow. The Bishop was delighted with the sumptuous feast laid before him; the chickens, the fruits, the wines were all excellent; there was only one thing lacking to complete his temporal happiness-a salt-cellar! The poor Padre was deeply mortified; he had forgotten all about the salt-cellar; in fact, had long since forgotten the use of such luxuries. Salt-cellars were as scarce in Arizona then as they are now. "Never mind!" said he, as a happy thought struck him, "your Excellency shall have a salt-cellar tomorrow." A few trusty men were dispatched to the Santa Rita mountains, with orders to dig and smelt some silver ore and make a salt-cellar, and sure enough, by dinner-time the next day a massive salt-cellar was presented to the Bishop, and from that day forth the mine out of which the ore was dug was called the Salero. History does not record, but there can be little doubt that the worthy Bishop of Sonora enjoyed his dinner at Tumacacori. During the afternoon, and on the following day, we visited at least fifteen or twenty distinct mines, all partially opened and well tested, forming what might be termed a perfect net-work of silver-bearing ledges. Among these were the Salero, Bustillo, Crystal, Encarnation, Cazador, and Fuller, each one of which has yielded, under a very imperfect system of working, at the rate of four to fourteen hundred dollars to the ton. This of course was from selected ores. The average would probably not fall short of two hundred dollars, though sufficient work has not yet been done upon which to base a reliable calculation. The assays and experiments of such men as Küstel, Pompelly, Booth, Garnett, Mainzer, Blake, Dr. Jackson of Boston, and others, demonstrate at least that there is a great abundance of rich ores in the Santa Rita district. As a grazing country for cattle and sheep the valleys and foot-hills of the Santa Rita can not be surpassed. Grass of every variety known in Arizona covers the ground all the year, and there is practically no winter for live-stock. The climate is so mild, even in the months of January and February, that it is a positive luxury to sleep in the open air. Wood can be obtained in limited quantities in the neighborhood, and when that is exhausted the valley of the Santa Cruz, only twelve miles distant, furnishes an inexhaustible supply. The mines abound in ores easy of reduction by smelting, and they are so situated that access to all of them by good roads can be had at a small expense. The transit to Tucson and Guyamas is over the best natural roads in the world, but will require military protection for some time to come. Within the distance of eight miles lies the beautiful Valley of the Sonoita, which is watered by the river of the same name, and abounds in very promising gold and silver ledges. Some of the finest farming lands in the Territory lie along the borders of this stream. When Fort Buchanan was occupied, several families from Texas and the borders of Missouri lived in this valley; and I have been told the wheat and corn crops raised by them were absolutely wonderful. There can be no doubt that, with the protection afforded by the mines when in operation, the Sonoita Valley will be settled once more, and the soil again cultivated. We took a ride over the intervening hills to see a gold ledge, called the "Tenaja," or "Tank," of which I made a sketch. The croppings are very fine; but I could not see any gold in them by the naked eye. Late in the afternoon of the second day, having completed our tour among the mountains of the Santa Rita, we returned to Tubac, greatly pleased with our ramble, though somewhat tired and hungry. A bath in the Santa Cruz River refreshed us after our rough experience of the past few days; and it was not unpleasant to be once more within hail of a public highway, even though it brought us no news either from above or below. We were all anxious to hear from home. Nothing had reached us from "the States" for over two months. It might be that the war had come to an end, so little did we know or hear of the turmoil of strife or the excitement of speculation. Isolated as we were in a country fraught with dangers, it seemed strange how calm and peaceful the solitude around us looked. Not a stir, not a sound beyond the limits of our own encampment disturbed the intense quietude that reigned over the slumbering earth. Yet every thicket and ravine had its |