The Plymouth Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1869-1941, 1870-04-07
CLIMATE

ed that it was infinitely more heaIthful and
pleasant to lie out of doors, on the ground.
with the rain and slush sopping into your
ears, on the Pacific coast. than il was to
sleep indoors, in the States, on "fowery
beds of ease You inquire of an old '49-cr
if the climate is suited to people with weak
lungs. "Well, no." replies the ancient
greaser, 81 can't say that it is; in fact it
is very poor one, specially in San Fran
cisco, Sacramento and the vallics; but just
you 60 up into the mountains if you want
to strike it healthy. Most people, however,
take steamer for Honolulu; that's the place
for folks with anything the matter with
their bellows" Fever and ague is as COM
mon along the rivers and low, marshy places
as it is in portions of Indiana. Like the
man who wanted to go "out West" you
find out that the healthy spot is always
''just a littlo farther on
And so, in sadness of spirit. we turned
our steps
EASTWARD AGAIN.
Doubling on our track for about four hun
dred miles, by rail, we took stage at Ar
genta. For ninety-six miles it ratified and
rumbled up hill and down, through sage
brush "groves" and alkali flats, giving us
glimpses through the moonlight of feecy
mountains in the blue distance, and making
US tired and lonesome and blue from
o'clock one afternoon until the next morn
ing, when we were set down before Wells,
Fargo & Co. express Office in the city of
Austin, Nevada.
unpretcnding building upon which was
sign bearing the legend: w. X. Logan,
Justice of the Peace and Notary Public"
ana another: Recorders Court" We
went in and found our old friend and rela-
tive, whom we had not met for seventeen
years. looking very much as in days of yorc.
Many of your readers will recclect Mr..
Logan and be pleased to know that he is
succeeding in life both temporarily and spir-
itually. For his many kindncsscs to rs
his memory shall be ever green.
In concluding this brief 1--WE say brief
advisedly,-all correspondents make use of
the word) letter we wish to make Il few re-
marks which properly come underline head
ing of
There is an old hymn in which the fol-
lowing lines occur:
"Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long
From our youth up we have been taught TO
revere the authors of religious literature.
innocently believing that what they lacked
in genius was amply made up by honesty
and truthfulnecs of purpose. But,--as in
the case ofmany of our youthful dreams,-
We have had painful awakening. Since
our visit TO this coast our confidence in the
aforesaid authors infallibility has been
shaken-shattered We regret it, but the
fact still remains: and as faithful CORE
spOndcnt-one constitutionally opposed to
humbugs of all sorts, religious and other
wise-we are compelled to make the an
nouncemcnt that the author Of the above
couplet was not only a miserable fraud, but.
Ito use western phrase of singular beauty
an unmitigated blk" There is only one
loop-hole through which the author can
possibly hope to escape: Perhaps he had
never made the trip ACROSS the Cont
ncnt newer had paid twcpty cents a
mile to "stage it over horrible roads
through Ncvada,-nor ten cents Il hundred
miles for each pound of baggage over thir-
ty,-nOr dollar for meal Of chloride
biscuit, sOw-belly. strong butter and tea
enough weaker than the butter to make a
good avcrage,-nor eight bits to sleep on
hard bed and under lousy blankcts.-nor
two and four bit pieces On any and all Oc-
casions for no conceivable object and with
no visible value received. When we are
thoroughly convinced that the venerable
author never went through with all this,
then shall the image Of old Isaac Watts be
again enshrined in our heart and the fatted
calf be killed and-the meat he sold to the
miners at two bits per pound,- hide be
disposed of at fabulous price,-and the
horns, and the hoofs, the bones and the
marrow and The teeth be likewise bargained
away, that the WHEREIN ithal may be OBJ
tanned with which to erect n silver calf.
before which all Nevadans, from the
youngest picaninny that sucks milk from a
bottle at two bits quart, to the oldest
cattle-thief who wakes rich at the expense
of othcrs,-''in reverence most humbly