The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1872-05-15

AN Modern PipFan Wrinkle.

-foH" S"th fie HatS recently we m
tJake eilfilan, in, his original dress
90. he buckskin patches WEI
grFeasier, glossier and blacker.s II
N woif-skin cap showed patches an
spots above the snow line, that. locke
% as though tile mango had struck it, an
ir the, tail of the, animal that .dangle
:, abont his right car was draggled, a
: though trailed in the. Snow and sfusl, 1
a dozen winters. O Jacks WOODEN shir
was in tatters, and strings, and it wa
s plan that to perpetuate its usefulnes
ne had never entrusted it to the tende
mercies of Biddy or Sing Lee. Jak
: came herding himself up, H stree
from the river bank, meapderin.
!, gracefully from side TO side, and oc
cupying the. full width of the "can
! non," as he called it. Hanging-listless
, ~ under his right arm was an old styl,
Springfield musket, with, the muzzle t,
fhe front. Visions of Carl Wood. jim,
Harvey and other of that ilk, foated
through our mind as he rose the Hill
butthey vanished as we recognized
eood-hearted, supplemented Jake
He essnyed to stop as we met, bu,
conld not steady. himself until he had
thrown out his gun as a brace. Lean
ing upon lis mnzzle he asked:
HJ cov no,s, m ~
ria.) = 81 .7 a
"No, You are in Denver"
"Jes so; Gent Lar'mer's town.,
eyes," we replied.
"Well where's Denver hall7
sit stood at the head of the next
street, but it was burned down nine
years ago" -'.5'' %
He unused for a few moments. and
then said rather to himself, "Many's
tile lively times we had there, when
the pistol balls wizzled through the
canvass partitions )" and the thought
seemed to sober Jake on the instant.
Says he, "Where is Jack Henderson p
"Gone to San Domingo"
I'll! but that's just like Jack.
He let us follows up there to Dead.
wood and come down to get some grub.
l told the boys that Jack had likely
forget us, and I'd come down to
'Rary and see about it. So I struck
out across the. Hills, and waded Clear
creek over by Sim Bader's and the
Platte right down there, and here l
am. But | say, who built all these
honses?"
we named dozen bloated lot owners
OF TO- day but Jake looked more and
more incredulous and shook his head
Says he, ~ don't know any of them
fellers. Where's Bill Clancy and Gen.
eral Bowen, and Judge Smith, Jack
Jones and Squire Hiatt, and WAGNER.
and McClue, and all the old boys ~
Patiently we answered Ills inquiries.
until we could think of no more
his musket again under his
'rIm, he started on with the declaration
hat he was "agoin' right over to Uncle
Dick Wooton's for square drink of
Salipete." AS he swung around the
'orner M at Picrce's block, we obsery-
ID that the holes in his moccasins were {
arger than when he started out with !
lack Henderson and Jim Goodwin for I
)eadwood tliggings in April, 1860. and
We sQrrowed at the grief that would 7
vercome him when he failed to find 3
Jncle Dick under the old cottonwood :
yer OF the corner of Ferry and Fourth.
Jake's sleep was long and unbroken.
lie knows not that there has been
'ar; that we can talk with Europe,
r that iron rails span tlier continent. :,
lie n,istook the Rio Grand track for an :
arrangement to stretch antelope skins. =
nd the other to aid in tanning baffalo :.
ides.> Fancy the surprises that await u
I'm as he trayerses tho streets of :
'enver and learns the events of the -
'st dozen years.-[Denver (Colorado) :,
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