North Branch democrat. [volume] (Tunkhannock, Pa.) 1854-1867, 1867-05-15
COURTING AN EMIGRANT
FEMALE IN WASHOE.
[From the California Golden Era. !

ces for getting husbands are lawful good
in Washoe." They know there are
sights" of chances, so they begin primp
ing shortly after passing Independence
Rock, and by the time they strike the wa
ters of the Carson they're in a perfect
state of wriggle.
Ny friend Condrick wanted wife.
He wanted piece of 'unsophstoca-
ted calico from the states"
He talked much of when the trains
would arrive and of pretty emigrant girls.
He swore he would "gobble one up this
fall, sure.'
At last it was reported that a big train
was camped on the Carson, two miles be-
yond Dayton.
Condrick mounted his mustang and de-
parted with alacrity.
The report proved true, and what was
better, "Wo omen absolutely abounded," as
| Condrick afterwards informed me in his
enthusiastic way.
He rode among the tents and wagons,
ostensibly much concerned to know exact
" the state, county and town from which
each family hailed, but in reality taking
notes of the finer points of all the mar
riageable looking females in camp.
At last he struck one that suited him to
dot.
Long afterwards, he said to me with a
great sigh, which he tried to smother in
laugh, "Oh she was clipper! Trim as
a gazelIc; 1.-the a a willow; cheeks which
! Though sun browned) showed a peachy
ruddiness; with eyes! ah such great
brown swimming eyes! that drove your
soul down into your boots, dragged your
heart up into your throat ard left you
! speechless and slaughtered"
To this sumptuons female Condrick laid
siege.
His progress was good,
As the shades of evening settled down
upon valley and hill, he and his charmer
| took stroll.
As they walked along the meandering
banks of the Carson, the full face of the
moon rose up from behind the eastern hills
All nature seemed filled and quivering
with love.
Love danced in the rays of moonlight
that glanced OH the stream the willows
rustled their leaves to the passing breezes
and so swiftly told the story of their love
that even the restless winds were for a
while enticed to- o'linger, forgetful of their
Journey enamored night hawks were
skimming the love-laden air in voluptuous
circles, rays of languishing light cleaning
in answering flashes from their lazy wings;
crickets, peeping from their holes in neigh
boring hillockS, chirped to each other in
mellow, tremulous notes on the ripe and
gushing love Of their surcharged hearts
beetles, crazy with love, thundered hoarse-
Iy their plants Of the tender pain that
racked their mailed bodies, and the sweet
honey dew of Heaven fell softly into the
heart cup that each meek plant held trust
ingly up.
The sympathetic hearts of the lovers ac-
knowledge the tender influence surround
ing them, and shared the sweet thrills with
which all nature quivered
Slowly the par, in fond discourse wan
dcred on.
What throbs of affection stirred Con-
drick's hearti
What fires oflove burned in Condrick's
eyes.
As his charmer leaned trustingly upon
his arm, Heaven seemed to descend and
rest on the lower and nearest hills.
As the murmur of bee in a rose was
her voice to his soul.
Seating themselves on grassy bank they
gazed together on the darkling eddies of
the gliding stream,
In the glowing colors Condrick painted
for the fair being at his side, picture of
the wonderful wealth hidden within the
rocky vaults of the Whipporwill mine.
Charmed by bis eloquence and absorbed
in the contemplation of the picture he
placed before her, she forgot all else, and
gradually her beautiful head dropped
dropped lower and lower--and finally rest
ted upon his bosom-his manly chest.
Great Heaven A thrill darted through
his frame and so affected him that it was
only by tremendous effort that he could
smother the volcano of emotions swelling
within his bosom.
He felt desire to bound to his feet and
utter a wild whoop!
But he didn't.
NO ne constralnei MS emotion ne re-
sisted the impulse.
Her head was now fairly and snugly
nestled upon his breast.
AS she lay gazing into his handsome face,
her parted tresses of rich brown fell back
ward in affluent waves from her broad fore
head, unkissed by the sun and of marble
texture and whiteness. Her great liquid
eyes looked into his and he gazed down in
to their unfathomable depths till all the
past all the future seemed to center there.
Heaven came down still lower and rest
ed on the valley.
But this could not always last. He felt
that it could not. She seemed expecting
something.
Her great eyes closed YEARLY and the
silken fringos of their curtains rested on her