The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1860-03-03
Digger Romance.

A Digger Romance.
The Hydraulic Press of San juan Ne
yada CO., CAL, tells the following pretty
story:
The Derickson Brothers, at Freeman's
Crossing, Nevada county, have with them
an Indian youth, indigenous to that vicinity,
whose white name is Tom. He has been
with them several years, is now eighteen
wears old. lazy, fat, broad faced, well clad.
semi civilized, intelligent and useful, but de-
ri iedIy adverse to acquiring knowledge of
letters. He is gentle and obliging. yet ez-
ceedipplv sensitive and independent, and
not to be coaxed or driven to anything he
dislikes. While strongly attached to his
white friends, who have always been very
kind to him, he retainssa clinging attachment
for his race, and frequently makes BRET
visits to an adjoining ''campoody
Not long ago Tom felt moving within
him that power which, according to Coier-
idge, doth move the court, the camp, the
grove. He felt attracted towards dusky
damsel of the pine woods, whose soft dark
eyes-to say nothing of her low brow and
stiff black hair lying straight across it-had
often bewitched his gaze; and like DIR.
Kanes' faithful Esquimaux, Hans, he started
off without warning to seek his affinity. 1t
is presumed she was soon wooed and won,
and that the wedding ceremony was per-
formed in the cathedral of the grand old
woods, by the same priest who oficiated in
a similar capacity at the junction of the
Euphrates and Tigres, some six thousand
years ago. Tom being no Oviedo, and Mrs.
Tom decidedly no Miss Bartlett, the attend
ance was small, confined to the few lords of
the manor and their danes. Not having to
furnish homestead, nor purchase costly
bridal outfit nor even buy a single booped
skirt, the happy couple were able to COM
mence housekeeping Immediately, and re-
ceive the congratulations of their friends.
An outrageous oak formed at once their
parlor, bed chamber, kitchen and larder,
where they could live in the same style of
elegant simplicity which was in vogue
''when Adam delved and Eve spun,' and
which some wise philosophers long to see
again adopted.
But s'all that's bright must fade" as we
need no poet come from Parnassus to tell
us f; and Toms connubial bliss shared the
common fate. Whether the lady he had
chosen from all the world beside proved
false and tickle, or her lord himself-like all
his sex, ''inconstant still and prone to
change''-wearied of her unadorned charms,
perhaps will never be known. Suffice it.
that cloves young dream" lasted but few
weeks for Tom, and he yearned again for the
flesh pots of Freeman's Crossing. Acorns
and grasshoppers are not the food of love,
whatever music may be; for Toms affec-
ton died. and he grew thin on such "prov-
ender - while his garments, owing to an
tiquity and bis wife's shameful ignorance of
sewing OF inability to keep a Grover &
Baker, became ragged and wofully scant of
the requirements of civilized prejudice.
His physical health suffered likewise, and
his eyes that once "looked love to eyes that
looked again" were afflicted with a grew
Gus soreness. In this sorry plight-a warn
ing to all who ''love not wisely, but too
weli''-he was at last found by his white
protectors and induced, in spite of his pride,
to return to their home. There he lives
now, fatter and a wiser youth, divorced
without legal process, and nowise inclined
to sigh for ga tent in the wildwood, a home
in the grove" In fact the least allusion to
his dream of love offends and annoys him.