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Title: Arizona's Yesterday
Being the Narrative of John H. Cady, Pioneer

Author: John H. Cady
Basil Dillon Woon

Release Date: May 3, 2009 [EBook #28670]

Language: English

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[Illustration: JOHN H. CADY, 68 YEARS, SOLDIER OF FORTUNE, ON THE
SONOITA, DECEMBER, 1914]

ARIZONA'S YESTERDAY

BEING

THE NARRATIVE OF

JOHN H. CADY

PIONEER

Rewritten and Revised by

BASIL DILLON WOON

1915

Copyright, 1916,

By John H. Cady.

TO

THE PIONEERS WHO ARE LIVING

AND TO

THE MEMORIES OF
THOSE WHO ARE DEAD

_this book_,

in affectionate tribute to the gallant courage,
rugged independence and wonderful endurance
of those adventurous souls who formed the
vanguard of civilization in the early history of
the Territory of Arizona and the remainder of
the Great West,

_is dedicated_.

JOHN H. CADY
BASIL D. WOON

Patagonia,
Arizona,
Nineteen-Fifteen.

PREFACE

When I first broached the matter of writing his autobiography to John H.
Cady, two things had struck me particularly. One was that of all the
literature about Arizona there was little that attempted to give a
straight, chronological and _intimate_ description of events that
occurred during the early life of the Territory, and, second, that of
all the men I knew, Cady was best fitted, by reason of his extraordinary
experiences, remarkable memory for names and dates, and seniority in
pioneership, to supply the work that I felt lacking.

Some years ago, when I first came West, I happened to be sitting on the
observation platform of a train bound for the orange groves of Southern
California. A lady with whom I had held some slight conversation on the
journey turned to me aft