The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1865-03-11

called thee his love, his shield; of the nights
when on his breast you lay dreaming of peace
Ia peace that will come no more.
These occurrences of course keep up some
enlivening gossip in our camp; thus does
good come of evil-for what village, town or
neighborhood could survive without this
commodity? Give us this day our daily
gossip.
THE GHOST.
have always had terrible and unaccount-
able fear of the supernatural; it has been
a source of great annoyance to me at times.
I do not know whether really believe in
ghosts or not; I cannot convince myself that
do not, and if there ARE such things as ghosts
know am very much afraid of them.
There is a ghost in Canon City. It is
most singular affair indeed. This ghost ap-
peared in the form of GOAT, and he is om-
nipresent, We look down the crowded
thoroughfare of our city, and there, among
others of his species, we see the goat; raising
our eyes to the high hills that environ US,
behold there is the goat clambering restlessly
along the uneven bluff; Immediately we glance
across the way, and we see him quietly brows-
ing on the dry sticks in the garden of our
neighbor.
Last Sabbath evening, I drew down the
blinds, lit the lamp and placed Ned's slippers
ready, and sat down in very pleasant mood
to await his return from town.
Suddenly heard wonderful racket in
the back apartments. 1t was with some
trepidation that seized light and began to
.investigate the premises. I passed out
through the dining room and into the kitchen
and stopped to listen.
Thump, thump, went something in the
pantry, and thump, thump went my palpi-
tating organ under my wrapper. The sound
was for all the world like hoof on the floor.
turned the button and looked within. am
certain turned the button-the door was
not open. There il the middle of the pantry
stood the goat Some pans and crockery-
WoAO "SAO oSdItSIOu aiVuHU uAA anu HIS
head was down in the coffee sack. He was
eating coffee and enjoying himself. +.
Trembling with dismay, l still felt called
upon to address the interloper. Why dost
thou burst the button off the door to visit the
dim recesses of my pantry and eat my
coffee art good or bad?" "Baa-d," was
the sepulchral response, and he took another
mouthful of coffee.
How | got back into the parlor, I do not
know. Ned was there and he said looked
as pale as a ghost. ~ have seen one,"
whispered; and l proceeded to tell him the
whereabouts of the goat. "He must be
ousted," said he, in a lawyer-like manner.
That moment we heard the noise of hoofs on
the porch. We opened the door and in the
dim moonlight we beheld the. goat walking
stealthily down the street at some distance
as if nothing had occurred.
We sat down and Ned then and there, for
the first tims~ disclosed to me the strange
history of this singular animal he had not
told me the whole story before for fear of
making me timid about staying alone. will
tell the tale as it was told to me:
Once upon time three or four miners of
this camp shouldered their rifles and started
for hunt. They wandered up in the direc-
ton of "Rocky Point" hoping to see
some mountain sheep or ibex. All day they
climbed over the hills and were unsuccessful.
One of them was very much depressed in
spirits and remarked to his comrades all
wish / was a mountain sheep, or goat; ]
would roam these hills until the last pick.ax
.usted in the gulches, and would be FREE
rec and happy. No more roofing in the mud
or gold or wrapping in wet blankets to keep
myself warm would have WOOL" he said
With grim smile.
They separated on that spot and the
man who was heard to give utter
lnce to the above was never heard of after
wards, but soon after this goat appeared with
! tremendous heavy coat of white wool.
Ishivered with fear as Ned concluded this
story, and he added with mysterious look
He was remarkably fond of coffee when
ne was man, and suppose he still retains
lis old tastes.n
Now you see have went and written such
! long story about the ghost that will have