Oroville daily Butte record., 1857-04-29
Omuillt 1]aiIq a5utte &erurN.
From The Golden Era.
Adventures with Joaquin,
The Mountain Bandit.
BY JOHN III. FITZGERALD.

natures serenity in such spot awak-
ems the latent fire Of holy worship, or
recalls the teachings of early years, for
there, amid such scenes, where the
stiffness is unbroke1 save by the pulsa-
ton within the breast, comes up every
deed in panoramic form, and as they
pass in review, they cause chill of
unpleasant feelings at their enormlty,
or the still, sweet consolation Of lnno-
cence pervades the breast, and settles
upon the soul, with heavenly light,
looking upon the past, while uhe pre-
sent is with US alone, making US feel as
if we were upon the verge of eternity.
Sinner or saint would knoe! and ac>
knowledge that there is God. As (
noticed the latehesa OF the hour midi
Gated by the Dipper's handle, | aro,e
to my feet, eXclaIming, as L did so,
'Yes, there is a God y a hand was
laid upon my shoulder, and two fash
ing eyes gazed into mine, while pis-
tol was presented against my breast.
Long, black hair fell upon the Shouts
ders Of my opponent and the two dark
orbs, pecre into my face with steady
gaze that thrilled to my very soul
DO you believe there is a God =
said he, without moving his position.
i replied that 4 did,
4 believe, so too, else you would
not be alive now he said, in a very
quiet tone of voice. lie replaced the
pistol in his belt, and then continued :
Il wish to talk with you for few mo-
menfs, and as we arc old friends, You
will accord me that satisfaciion.'
odd friends | do not remember
ever me ting you before, and the man
ner in which you just accosted me-
Don Carlos said he, intcrrupting
me, 4 know you have no arms bout
you, and if | wished to kill you, | could
do it without stratagem.' He placed
a whistle to his lips. and blew shriil
blast that echoed among the rocks like
the chipping Of a thousand squirrels
A quick reply was heard IN answer from
the top Of the hill.
He then seated himself at the foot
Of an oak tree, saying, at the same
time, sit DOVE here, Don Caros, we
will not be interrupted now He be-
gan lcanin careless y against a tree,
taking flask from hiss rocket, swallow
ing some OF It's contents, and tncn pas
sing it to me, Il never knew a man to
escape death and be 50 near to it as
You have been; yes, and your whole
party
| stared at him 50 wildly lhrt he re-
pHI: Your party are all safe, | want
to talk wlth yor. There IS party Of
men cncamp"d j1st back Of this ridge,
who would willingly have cut all your
thioats, bat coming along towards tins
spot, alter accommodating your caJala-
10 and camp, foand one OF the boys
creeping coyote>llke towards YOU, with
knife long enough to cut your throat
as you sat. When within few steps
of YOU, | saw him, and turned him from
his purpose.
dad you Kill him , eagerly in-
CURED.
oh, no. he quietly replied, that
did not suit my purpose.
who was he, them
why, Gsrcia.'
Who is Garcia =
'Garcio is Three fingered Jack.
perfect demon; human blood to him
is Ike wine tie drunkard.'
is Joaquln's band in the neighbour
hood ; my God All We can do then,
is to sell our lives as dearly as posi-
bic
'Why. is joaquin such terror >
strange You sell your life dearly as
poss bic !-ha, ha joaquin would
not hurt hair Of your head. | tbouhgt
you were going to marry some old
flame of yours, you sad so, one night,
at DIR. Stauzelle's, on the Tuolumne
river. 1t was the last time | saw you
there, and if on fight joaquin aud his
band, you vii not see your home again,
and as for your money, he don't want
that
'How do YOU come to know SO much
of joaquin /; l inquired
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