The Placer herald., 1873-07-12

formerly had 10 DaVe pass " 'os'o ss'S
plantation, but white trash stole the poor
darkey's pass, and now ride with it them
selves on the Railroad, and they consider
themselves respectable trash, toos a thing
nobody else ever thought Of. Beet used TO
be high here, but it isn't as high now as It
was before the other shop didn't open; and
water amt az low as one would think 1t
naturally would be in dry weather. Folks
used to do more of their work in daytime,
but now considerable amount OF business
is carried on in the night. In fact, nearly
everything is changed, except that the same
old Geraniums, with few new recruits, are
stl pelting away and tearing through the
brush after the Sherff's office.
There's lots and gobs,
And Farmer Boggs,
And Emmen Van,
And Dunnam Ben.,
And Riley's horse,.
And Wheeler's boss,
Or Riley's VIII
And whiskey Bill.
It's all the same,
Naught's in name.
And Bill McCrutcher,
With the mixed up poster;
But b. +. Moore
May view the score,
The bucking Star
This time amt thar. .o..s
He's saving lumber by the tree, and says,
"No more re counts fer he" Three raps
over the big kettle for Old Stumpagel.' The
campaign documents Of this deectable crew
consists chiefly of whiskey, lager beer and
bushw whackng, and all good men and not
being on oath. The widows are going for
whiskev Bill to man, and Capt. Sam Is
committed 70 the Water Works.
The next and last war of note that
brought our country TO arms, was bucking
against thirty-three Indians and lot Of
squaws and pappooses at the Lava Beds.
This was a remarkable war-remarkable IN
the time it took to do nothing. and The num-
Der of men it took to do H.; remarkable in
the skill Of the Indian Chief, the strength
of his position; remarkable in the budget of
missiles hurled against the Modocs-preach-
ers, psalm-siBgers, Peace Commissioners,
Warm Spring Indians, and the Army and
Navy Of the United States, and then in
getting all there whipped or slaughtered, as
long as there was Modoc found to fight.
In 1851, and in the nighttime, and when
the rains were falling like rivers from the
Heavens, there occurred at the National
Hotel in this town, then kept by Mr..
Echols, a crash shivering the windows into
a thousand fragments, that no one living can
account for, aha, which Col. Finley will
swear to to this day. And Herodotus tells
us that in the vista tf the remotest ages,
and over eighteen thousand years before the
first offerings to the God, Pan,, in Egypt,
the sun rose in the west and set in the east,
but in all this there is nothing recorded that
reads like the Modoc war. Leonidas made
quite stand at Thermppole, hut was cut
off and all his comrades, and he had ten
men to Capt. Jacks one, and wasn't both
cred with any squaws or pappooses either.
Now, Capt. Jack had these for. bis bag
gage, fought more battles, and never was
whipped at all. His name ,naylive in his
tory, bat it IL doubtful if the names of his
warriors viii ever live in poetry or in song.
for it is difficult to see just where rhyme
comes in. For Steamboat Frank" can't
t hink of anything except casa Plank" but
then he's no Injun. Shack Nasty Jim
might be dove-tailed in with Dennis McCar-
ty, or Wesley Myre's wood shed, by trans
position and the hexameter verse; but whep
we come TO that inexpressible lake, and Ola
Shonshn, and Scarf Faced Chearley, and
Spotted Tail, l give it up, and enquire,
what has the 4th of July got to do with ali
this and these wars a.? Well, tell you, ev-
erything-a great deal moie, indeed, than
sour -four ever had to do.with the Demo
cratic party, or guernsey sacks with an ac-
ton of ejectment. Had there been no 4th
of July, we wouldn't have had any of these
wars, nor military renown-we wouldn's
have an express train from the chun factory
to Ophir every Sunday morning with hard
boiled eggs; the American Ho,el wouldn't
stand straight up and down like the moon,
we would mt have been an independent ma
ton, Whatever we have or enjoy is due to
the 4th Of July. The 4th of July, there
fore, is the day of all the year for merry
celebration--it is the birthday of our own
dear nation, and merits the honor Of the
American people.
So wave your banners and fire your guns
Fly your rockets and blow your horns,
For now is the time, If ever,
From labors tolls to sever,
And honors pay to the national day;
Independence day forever.
Then come along George and Joe,
Miss Lu-y and Miss Snow
And, we Il sing in praise of these good old
days,
Near hundred years ago.
Then come along, George and Joe,
Miss Lucy and Miss Snow;
And we'll do as did our sires and DANES
Near hundred years ago
And out went be.
OLD Spor.