The following letter came from the west on last Saturday. it must have been to California.  Although rather old, we give it a place:

     SPRINGERVILLE, July 5, 1876.

EDITOR CITIZEN:   All goes merry as a marriage bell in this remote district; marriage appears to be the order--and a good order too--of the day.  Your correspondent had the pleasure of tying the knot for the first couple that ever were spliced in this valley--barring the ancients.  On the 23d ultimo, Mr. Asa Walker and Miss Sarah Humphrey were, with their mutual consent, made supremely happy, as happiness goes in this world, and I had the happiness (?) of being the official in perfecting said happiness.  The happy bride is the youngest daughter of Mr. William Humphrey, and the superlatively happy bridegroom is the-ahem!  Quien Sabe!  Suffice to say, he is now luxuriating in clover.  The wedding took place at the residence of Mr. Alexander Jordon, son-in-law of Mr. and Mrs. Humphrey, and it was one of those old fashioned country gatherings which we read about.  Mr. and Mrs. Jordon dispensed their hospitalities to the assembled quests in a manner that did one's soul good, in a genuine old frontier style, the usual wedding cake was cut, and Mr. Julius Becker. . .brought in a bowl of punch tastefully decorated, and all drank a long life and much happiness to the newly wedded pair.

     Oh, the trout, the beautiful trout! whose aroma is in everyone's snout. W.R. Milligan, John Walker, (Our John Walker) Julian Chavez and myself, took a short trip up into the mountains to fish and hunt, and by so doing spend the ever to be remembered Centennial Forth of July.  We made our camp at the foot of "Old Baldy"--Sierra Blanca, and for the short time that we remained there, had a splendid time. Milligan and Walker took any number of the speckled beauties, while yours being a true Nimrod, sought after nobler game, such as bear, deer, turkey, etc., of which there were an abundance.  I might say how many deer and bear I killed, but will not do so, for it would look like boasting.

     Mr. Milligan is still at work on his mill-house, the walls of which are of stone and two feet thick.  Mr. W. Adams does the masonery in a very satisfactory manner.  There is considerable building going on in the new town of Springerville, and outside of myself, other parties will have erected several good houses by the end of this month.

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The rainy season has fairly set in and crops look splendid after each afternoon shower. Mr. Henry Springer, now in Albuquerque, sent out five large wagons loaded with merchandise for his branch-house in Springerville. "Our Walker" has charge of the store and the business at this place. Mr. Springer made a happy choice, as John is one of the best of men to be found anywhere outside the church.

     Last year, to show the yield of the soil, Don Dionicio Baca, raised, gathered and thrashed 8.865 pounds of barley off of two and a half acres.

     Everybody'd barley looks fine, and especially Mr. O.W. McCullough's who has, perhaps, the finest field of that grain of anyone in the valley.

     An accidental drowing occurred at St. Johns a few days ago. Miss Crucita Romero, sister of Don Antonio Romero, was drowned while bathing in the Colorado Chiquito.  Miss Romero was about eighteen years of age; there was no one present, except the little daughter of Don Marcos Baca y Padilla, that was able to render any assistance, and before anyone could get to her, she was past resuscitation.

     From parties just in from Camp Apache, I learn that that Post was visited by a terrific wind-storm, which blew the roof off the new hospital building, and blew down a house of Don Antonio Gonzales, also several other buildings were more or less damaged. The day after the wind-storm, a fire broke out in the carpenter shop and burnt it; also the blacksmith and other shops belonging to Uncle Sam.                   C.A. FRANKLIN