The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1865-08-17
For the TeieRrAnh
In MemOriam.


place, and to mourning ones is left the one only
hope-tnough they pierce the body with q
thousand arrows they cannot touch the price
less gem which it contains-the immortal spirit
And to them their loved oneIstill lives-his hon.
est generous soul is with the Great Father.
Five years ago last spring, JOHN Nc Com
MONS, started fer the Pacific slope. 1t was a
splendid spring, and if smiling nature could
ensure a prosperous journey and success, be
the overland rou e. Up the Platte, and up the
Sweetwater the long trains wound, through the
Mormon City, and thence onward still, through
the great American desert, and up the Carsop,
until at last footsore and weary, they pitched
their tents within the shadow of the Sevaoa
mountains and called their journey ended.
Oh, those mighty mountains! where bubbling,
trckling springs, dashing' streams and dark
canyon, all tell their story of wild beauty, And
Ger shadowing all, lofty peaks crowned with
never-melting: SHOWS. and whose sides are thick
ly set with sombre, spicy hemlock, spruce, pine,
aud fir, ..e-
John left the train at Virginia City, and get
tluS lnlu BUSINESSES L OOiu A4il etuiN bHcIo tHO
years, and then commenced the story of his
wandering, mountain life. J.i5 1864. r"
The great rush to Salmon River took him on
lis current. But the bubble burst before he
reached if, and he stopped at Powder river and
from thence penetrated into the Snake river
country, and commenced carrying the express
from idaho TO Star City on Humboldt river.
For over a year he tra> ersed the periious
wiids of those savage indian tribes unframed.
At dead of night or midday all the same, he
swiftly sped DER mountains and plains, with
only his own thoughts and the allsseeing eve
above: At last success seemed within his reach
and reward for all perils aud hardships near.
Each etter home, spoke of long promised vis-
it which would soon be made if God spared
him. -.-'' --, -
e But last winter the heavy fall of snow stopped
the express, and about the middle of January
he went to a Ranch 10 look after their horses,
and found some OF them had been stolen by In
dians, With three others he started in pursuit
and travelled twenty miles into the mountains,
on their trail Night overlook them, and they
camped in canyon, while ON tho other side OF
IuS uOuutdluS mat smut LH6Iu I'D, were Tue 1nQl-
ans whom they were pursuing, each unmindfu
of the others presence. l eau. see them there
those four brave men sitting around their camp
fire in that deep canyon, the dark night envel-
opiEg them like pail, r.s3
How little they thought they were spending
of home and! friends, and far away scenes And
of morrows escapes, unmindful of the danger
coming on the m orrow, from which two of their
number could not escaped
They rolled themselves in their blankets and
slept the naked heavens above, the brown
earth beneath. But the All=pttying eye was on
them in the darkness, and as day dawnedefaint-
ly DER the mountains they arose and kindled
their campfire anew. Two of them were to pre-
pare breakfast while John and the other went
to the top of the hill to see if any traces of the
Indians could be seen. They waited breakfast
until ten o'clock and they did not come back,
so they started for them. They followed their
they came to spot where horses had been tied,
and email Indian encampment made There
were trampling tracks and bleod down to til g
bank of the 0 wlyhee river which flowed near
Off TO one eide behind spur OF the hill were
traces of another larger encampment. This one
could not be seen from the first aud smaller one
Beyond this spot no traces of John aud his com
rade could be found. That the Indians lef,
hastily they knew, for the fuel for their fire
was pnlit, and their breakfast which they had
left behind, untasted, From all signs it would
appear that John and his comrade seeing the
smaller party here the horses were tied, and
not seeing the large one, thought they could
rescue the horses attempting to do 30 the
firing drew the Indians from the other camp
upon them, and, how it ended, none but those
savages know. But the stains of blood around
and down to the waters edge marks the river a.
his sepulchre. No eye that can tell us aught,
looked npon that scene---none know how mid
the trampled dust they fought ill their last
gasping breath was spent, none know but God
what thoughts of home, and Oh, what longing
for friendly hands to come up during those few
brief moments, while those two men were bat
Ting for their lives. But Oh they mourn, they
mourn that they know not the place of his sep
ulcher-that they msy not stand on that wilder
ness spot where he yielded up his life. l have
stood by the graves of those who have gone
from our own State, to fall on their journey by
savage hand, but the sunlight bathed Them
and evening dews silently sparkled on wild
flowers that blossomed around and above them
But none of these influences surround his resting
place. Alas his form has no resting place
borne on the waves of a mountain torrent on,
and on. ... ....4 .s1l ...#
We mourn for the dead but they still live,
their souls with God, their deeds with men, And
with all who ever knew him his upright gener-
Gus life is speaking for him now
God give each mourning one grace to look
to him, for only in trusting to his glorious prom
lses, can they rest their burdened hearts
... TEIsTLEDowN.
OUR TRIP AGAIN.-In our trip to the
Northwest, we omitted to mention several
Of the prominent things we fell in with, and
we do so now, as an amende honorable. At
Winona we found an excellent Photograph
Artist by the name of Tomlinson, who is
taking elegant Stereoscopic views of the
most romantic scenery along the Winora &
st. Peters r. R. We brought some home
with us. They cannot be beaten in anv