Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1856-12-18

without drawing rein, bent to one side, rails
ed it and dashed it open, and then, wheel
ing his horse, darted through with another
rider, and went Gathering down a rocky
path, as the gate, made to swing shut, clos
ed with bang. Two more performed the
same feat, and the last of the train made an
effort to shoot through at the same time
This was a girl of perhaps dozen years old,
and she was mounted on, by far, the largest
horse of the party. There goes my horse
whom [ bade nobody ridep' exclaimed our
companion, mock gravity very scantily hid
ing his expression of good natured amuse-
ment. But the last rider was too late. The
gate was shutting on her, and it appeared
that it must inevitably catch her powerful
horse between it's head and the shutting post.
We held our breath But sharp, prompt,
fearless pull on the reins of the heavy curb
bit suddenly arrested the horse, and it was
done with such vigor and such will, that
the great animal threw his fore feet high in
the air, and the gate seemed to swing under
the uplifed hoofs, as it closed. In another
moment, it was seized by the little rider,
thrown open, and away she went with whip
flying, to overtalZe her companions. [
thought of the wild, fearless, graceful riders
of the western plains, and wondered wheth
er the blood of Pocahontas, which flowed in
the veins Of the merry party. had anything
to do with the matter
A CALIFORNIA WIFE.-We are told that
when John Bigler, late Governor of the
State Of California, was a member of the
State Legislature, Mrs. b., his wife, alb
solutcly washed the clothes Of some of the
honorable gentlemen for SO much a dozen.
At the time of his election Bigler was very
poor, and his per diem was hardly enough
for himself and wife to live on in these pro-
digal times To make both ends meet, and
save something against a rainy day, Ma
dame Biglcr put her shoulder to the wheel,
as above related.
Now, won't this be rather startling to the
pale faced, attenuatcd damsels of the East,
who scream and faint at the sight Of wash
tub or cob-web? Think of it. The wife of
an Ex-Governor, with her sleeves and gown
tucked up, bending over the wash-tub, while
her husband, with his clean dicky standing
upright, chaling his ears, rose to a question
of privilege. ''Mr. Speaker! Mr.. s-pe-a-
k=e-~yi, And then think of the ex=Kasher,
wife Of the Governor of the State Of Califor
MIA, worth hundred and fifty thousand
dollars. enough money to make the heads
Of universal snobdom duck and dive like an
affrighted water fowl in a thunderstorm.
Good for the Pennsylvania Dutch girl J!
Five hundred years hence, when the histo-
rian lifts the veil from the catacombs of the
past and writes the history of the unforgot-
ten dead, he may, perhaps, append this lit
tie episode to the history of one Of Califor-
Mas Governors and the little ragged girls
that then 90 down to dip water from the lilo
Sacramento, may think better of their mo-
theirs who have to labor, because long time
AGO Mrs. John Bicler, the Governor wife,
filed her wash tub from the same noble riv-
Cr.
These are the pioneer women of Califor-
mia; there are many such, as strong-willed
and as true, who quail not at their own foot
steps in the woods, whose hearts swell with
hope at
The banking of the hammer,
nd the kinp of the crane.