Arizona Miner

Result of the Election.

"We've met the enemy, and we are theirn."

Yes, gentlemen, American citizens and bona fide residents of Arizona, Governor McCormick and the mongrel hosts of the Mexican State of Sonora have proven too weighty for us, and we are routed horse, foot and dragoons. Recent returns from Pima have no doubt of it, and when the returns from Guaymas, Altar, and other Mexican towns arrive, there will not be a grease-spot left of us. Josh Billings says, "It strains a man's philosophy the worst kind to laugh when he gets beat." and we know that Josh is right, nevertheless, our advice to those who opposed McCormick is to, "grin and bear it." and console themselves, if possible, with the pleasing fact that he is the last of a gang who came here to rob the Territory, succeeded in doing so, ran for Congress, got elected, left the country, and never returned here. The honest white men of the Territory did their best to defeat him, and would have succeeded had a fair election been held, and none but legal voters allowed to take part in it. Full returns have not yet been received here from all the counties, but from all the information in our possession, we put them up as follows: Yavapai gave a majority of votes against Mr. McCormick; Mohave and Yuma counties each, gave small majorities against McCormick; Pah-Ute county cast the bulk of her vote for Mr. Adams, and Pima county voted almost every man, woman and child within her boundaries for McCormick, and for fear that would not win, she drew or borrowed from the Mexican State of Sonora. In the language of a letter from that country, the question of the McCormickites of Pima was, "How many votes do we require to beat the white peons north of the Gila? Tell us, said they, to their Chieftain, and we will cross the line and get them."

There is no use disguising the fact that the election in Pima county was a farce, and the McCormickites know it. The infamous Alexander McKey, and others of his ilk were stationed at outside precincts where but from five to ten legal voters lived, but true to their natural instincts for engaging in fraud and villainy, they coined and rolled up majorities ranging from 50 to 200 at all of these precincts for his Infamy, the Governor of this Territory.

White Democrats who, before the election, talked in favor of Rush, were ostracised and threatened. The Mexicans were appealed to by demagogues in the interest of the Governor, who told them all sorts of lies about the people north of the Gila, and who inflamed their passions to such an extent that in order to administer to us a good castigation, they voted early, often, and for aught we know, they are yet voting. The votes, after the close of the polls, were counted in secret, no one being allowed to see a ticket except the Boards of Election, all of whom were the friends of the Governor! But, pshaw! we have dwelt on these disgraceful scenes too long, and had Governor McCormick one spark of honor or manliness left in his bosom he would never present himself at Washington City as Delegate from Arizona, nor would he hold the position of Governor one day longer than he could resign. He has carried his point by the aid of the Steamboat Company, the Military, the Mail Contractors, the men who profess to have claims against Government, the Internal Revenue men, the men who were born to be slaves and lackeys to "pub. funcs." the knaves and fools of every description, the office seekers, the political poltroons of both parties, and last, but not least, the benighted, half-starved children of Sonora. Honesty and intelligence are yet too weak in Arizona to contend with and overthrow ignorance and scoundrelism, and until we have a stringent registry law, we need not expect a fair election in this Territory.

A cold-bearing ledge of quartz has been found near the Apache Pass, and one of the editors of the little Arizonian says: "We heard the Collector of Customs say that he would take the quartz in payment of duties, though he refuses Wickenburg gold bars." Well; that Collector must be partial to Pima county productions; much more so than Mr. Hayden, of Tucson, who brought his whole "raw-hide" outfit from Tucson to Wickenburg, and works it for Wickenburg gold bars. Dog in-the-manger scoundrels, your bile against North of the Gila is villainous, but we think you will yet live to repent of it. Were it not for the few honest men in Pima county, hell would open its jaws and swallow the whole pack of jackals there gathered together.