The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1865-01-07
CANYON CITY PAPERS.
By MINNIE MYRTLE.
CHILL NOVEMBER.

ming, and all the while I've been thinking
how glad am not an owl
It is a very stormy night. How the wind
sweeps down the narrow Canon how madly
it besieges our little homes that we have
builded here for the sske of .robbing these
barren old hills of their sepulchered god of
men end women The weather has been very
much akin to a Webfoot winter for the past
few days. All day the streets have been
sloppy and the men hurrying along distress
edly, dripping and grumblng about the rain.
Tonight it is doIefully doleful.i
"Heart-broken means the homeless mind
As if the whole world was unkind"
November is truly month of sobrieties,
of melancholy reveries of gentle memories,
of half regretful recollections it is not meet
for giddy fancies, for joyous hopes or gay air.
palaces
When the winds and the rain are weeping
over US, we too bow our heads and bewail-
not bitterly, but with kind of satisfaction
over our broken hopes and weep with the
November rain that the Summer blooms have
faded. We say no more the high and hope
full things that once We said, but with subdued
spirits we look back as if through binding
rain to the misty scenes of the Past and
whisper" it might have BEEN"
Yes, "it might have been" 1t might have
heen always Summer, the bright flowers
might never have faded, nor the gay leaves
perished. Fair brows might forever be fair,
and golden hair stay golden !" dancing
feet might never lose their feetness, norring-
ing voices their music buoyant youth might
never collapse into old age,-nor hopeful
hearts, once warm and quick with love and
joy, become the home of dull remorse and
chill.corroding care.
Sitting here tonight listening to the storm
and somewhat blues-oppressed, I feel like
doing little wailing myself:
NY Wall.
| The shadows crouching and filling the room,
Without the wild wind blows;
| And sit here in the silence and gloom
This is the life I chose.
| All day long while the chill rains fall,
sit in my chamber and write,
| And then with the darkness that covers all
Come thronging the shadows at night.
| write of love and of broken hearts,
| OF rest that will come at last,
| And smile to think of one I knew,
Away in the shining past.
TO think how over his youthful face
The death-white palor came,
| When told him that night in my gauze and lace,
had bartered my Love for Fame.
There are voices away in the Long Ago,
| That could Danish the shadows and pain.
But the Past is laid in a sepuchre love-
1t never will come again.
Leave, cold shadows, my silent room,
Creep back from my empty heart;
Let the past be hid in the silent tomb,
1 Let the spectral shadow depart.
"Deeply, darkly, beautifully blue"
This is the life chose,
i Sitting here in the silence and gloom
4 Where is the "CoLoUR DE RosE?"
There, have walled my wall Now for
omething else.
THE MlNEs.
/ All fimsy fancies and idle poetical dream
ing must give way. at times to something
practical and hard ! know of no subject
more practical than making money, and gold
is hard-hard to get, and hard to keep.
The mines in this place, believe, average
very we'll. Some pay big and some bigger !;
some pay little, and some less-and some not
at adj. This is the information elected from
friend of mine. cannotspeak from prac-
tical knowledge. not being miner myself
A very good looking miner came in the
other evening with his gold pan, and said he
wanted to show me how much be had taken
from his claim that day. | think there was
about quart of the ponderous metal in the
pan. I offered to introduce him to nice
Immigrant girl, but he did not seem TO think
much of it,
| CANYON CITY.
| Canon City may be destined to become
great city, and it may not. At any rate it is
improving quite rapidly, and some very stylish
little houses are being erected. The Catholic
Church is now completed. 1t is neat build
ing for miung camp, and stands away up
on the hill overlooking the town like guar
dian angel.
T. But for fear of trespassing on the columns
of your pretty little paper, will bring my
letter to close.
By the way, we polled quite nice little
majority for Mcclellan here-or rather our