Butte record., 1856-12-20


some volcanic debris, and which this
ingenious people form into kind of
cement, and which has the property of
hardening under water. This discove.
ry must have been of as much value in
then dam-making, as their worldre-
nowned Schiedam is in their dram
drinking. Now to my story.
A stones throw from Peter the
Greats Hut, (he lived here VIII lie learn
ing the art and mystery of Dutch ship
building, in 1885, lived Hans Rye
wyk and his frau. Their occupation,
that of hostelry, was a tolerably tbriv-
ing one at the time speak Of No
traveller could summon resolution to
pass good Hans honse, without hears
ing and tlsteing once more, his best,
strong, and his oldest ale. They were
simple people, and much esteemed
in the ncighborhood. One memorable
Saturday night, while the parish SEX
ton and sch olmaster were discussing
the usual topics, to late hour, viol-
ent storm of wind and hail drove in a
passenger, who, alighting from his
horse, thundered at the door, although
upon the latch. in style of impatl-
chce, more beftling wealthy owner
han casual customer.
The man Of all work, in the double
capacity of waiter and hostler, led his
jaded animal TO the stable-parlor, (all
stables here are much like parlors, }
tied up his tail, as is the dainty Gus
tom in Holland, last the walls should be
soiled, took of the red cloth from his
back, and then proceeded to unbuckle
the saddle, red, too the beast, then,
by the light of his lantern, appeared,
to the amazed Boots, of a fiery red col
or. He had never seen such q thing.
However, he gave him his feed, not
taking his eyes off him moment, and
hastened in to the landlord and whis-
pered 10 him an account of the extra
ordinary phenomenon of red horse.
But Baniblik, the waiter, had always
something of the marvellous to relate,
so neither mine host or hostess thought
more of it.
The stranger was introduced into
the neat, sanded parlor, where sat two
smokers, half asleep, waiting the end
of the storm and the finish of their
pipes. All at once there was some
thing about the newcomer that reused
the two smokers from their lethargy
and excited their curiosity After he
had divested himself of his travelling
cloak, he appeared habted in red.
The inside of the cloak itself WAS red,
he had fiery red hair -bloCdshot, red
eyes--his nose was red, and his gloves,
if they were gloves, were also red
Calling for the waiter, he proceeded to
draw off his feathers, with that man of
assistance, which discovered !
his stockings to be also red Opening
his portmanteau of the same color, he
drew out red dressing gown, and, af-
ter seating himself iu his char, pro-
ceeded to cover his red wig with red
Then opening a small red
box, he drew from thence a small red
pipe, into which he thrust some red to-
bacco and, to the now unrestraIned
wonder and fear of all the beholders.
drew a cloud of red smoke, so thick
and fast as to disguise, in a short time,
the appearance of every object in the
room, including himself. The parish
sexton, taking advantage of the obscu-
rity, sidled up noiselessly to the cor
ner, where sat, in amazement and won
der, the schoolmasteI, who observing
all these appearances, could not help
that he saw something, with
a tuft like tail, wrlthing about under
the chair upon which this mysterious
traveller sat. The stranger had not
yet spoken.
allow red the candle burns ~ whis-
pered the sexton. ''And the fire ~
rejoined the schoolmaster.
"Slippers!' ~ said the mysterious one
to the gaping Boot, whose hair already
stood on end with fright.
ssWhere ~ said the Boots.
"There - said the red man, point
ing to parcel in red paper.
"Red, again !" whispered the schol-
ar. Red, again ~ stammered the
sexton. as pair OF red slippers unfold
ed themselves.
Meanwhile the storm without raged
with the utmost fury, and the wind
swept the four corners oil the house as
if some mighty giant were folding it
around, or scraping it, with some huge
canvass.
''Do not leave me-" said frightened
Hans. the landlord.
'You must not 90" echoed his bet
ter half to the two village functiona-
ries.
Now struck the long clock in the fur
ther corner of the room, the UitchiHg
hour Of night, and the mysterious one
arose to seek his chamber for reepose.
"Any room ~ said the landlord.
"Any where, but near me-" said the
landlady.
Here's the ca-ea-candle,' shivered
out the almost dumb-struck chamber
maid.
"'Tis time to go" said the peda-
gogue.
s'Better stay" said the sexton, riv-
eted by fright to the spot,
Dreadful. most dreadful, passed that
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