Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1869-07-28
n EVENING NEWS.
An Adventure.


A few nights ago, at the Empire mill,
in lower Gold Hill, the Watchdog was
quite FESTIVE, barkcd frequently, and
consequently made the new foreman of
the mill, Mr.. Pagan, and his assistants
rather uneasy and suspicious that there
wero amalgam thieves around. So about
l o'clock in tie morning, as the moou
was doing its prettiest iu bright smiles
for late lovers s%trolls, for walking
ghosts, or for f~oot-pads, Pagan and one
Of the others armed themselves and
lodged around the neighborhood Of the
mill, the w~ood.piles, andthe ore-dumps,
determined to kill or capture any one
whom they might see out at ,ha. late
hour of the night. They had not i laid
low n great while, when they saw q
man coming up the road from Silver
City, but as he approached he cspied
them, q with q gun and another with
a pistol. To evade falling into their
hands. he lodged from the road, and
actually disappeared under the mill
Could the guardians Of the premises
want any better evidence that this
was an amalgam thief? Hardly. So
one Of them approached the place where
tho stranger had disappeared, while the
other ran around to the upper side OF
the mill, arriving just in time to see
some one making tracks at q two.'orty
rate up the ravine. Pagan halloed out
for him to stop, but not Stacking his
speed, he threatened to shoot. This,
and q very steep bank 10 feet high on
the edge Of the ravine where he was
running, brought him to. Pagan APP
preached within 20 feet, when u pistol
in the hands Of the stranger went oil,
as he exclaimed in t~rsmulous tones, just
as one Of the other party raised a shot
gun at him: "Let me go! havn't a
cent with me! | left my watch aud
money at Silver City, where have been
playing pokerl Let me go! For Gods
sake lot me go! l'Tha way of the trans
gressor is miraeulous!''l Do, MI. Rob.
Der, let me go. live in Gold Hill, n
my name is LaGfer,y-Bill Laferty.
Pm a good man. Oh, do let me so! /
havn't q id cent about me- What,
Lafferty, is that you?" asked Pagan;
"why, I didn't know that was you.
Como out of that. I'm Mr.. Pagan, the
foreman of the mill. We came near
killing you, as we took you TO ee
an amalgam thief, aud we were on the
watch for one." Poor Laferty went
and embraced Pagan, and then explained
lin about as smooth a style us q woman
In Mysteries could) that he had spent
the evening in Silver City had no idea
1t was so late ; thought he would come
homo to sleep as usual; but as the foot
pads had stopped several men lately, he
had fears Of them and when he laid
eyes on Pagan and his companion, he
thought they had him sure : so he
lodged under the mill to pass them ;
and finding himself followed and or
dersd to stop, he drew his pisto! and it
went OF accidentally. Here, then, was
a clear case of mistaken identity all
around, Pagan and his man making an
explanation Of their conduct to Laferty,
and the whole adventure ended with a
round Of hearty laughter. The joke
was q good one on all parties concerned;
and it was intended to be KEEP. a secret,
but it leaked out. Moral: When you
visit your neighbors to play poker, don't
stay too late, or you may be taken for q
burglar and get shot some night. On
the other hand, when you are watching
for burglars, don't take every man who
comes along for a thief, or you might
get shot for q foot-pad.