The Placer herald., 1874-12-26
DUTCH FLAT ITEMS.

DuTcH FLAT LOST AND REGAINED.--A festive
merchant of Dutch Fiat went to You Bet one
day last week to collect some bills, and upon
his return got lost the road, within few
hundred yards of his place of business. To
those acquainted with the topography of the
neighboihood, this statement may appear in
credible, bat is, nevertheless, vouched for by
the hero OF the adventure himself, who says
that the way 1t happened yas this. That, selated
with the success of his collecting tour at You
Bet, he set out his homeward return, sue
cessfully passed Steep Hollow, climbed the d;.
vide to little York, whi re, after partaking OF
some social refreshments at the solicitation OF.
his friends he again set cut at near dusl. for
Ditch Flat; walked rapidly down the Little
York Hill, crossed Bear River, climbed the
Dutch Flat bank, and when nearly at the top OF
the hill, and, as he afterwards ascei taned with
in few hundred yards Of his place of business,
sat down by the roads de to rest himself. ana
upon arising to resume his journey. ''goi
turned around" and began to retrace ms steps
toward Little York. About halfway down the
hil near the Yankee tunnel, he was hailed by
workman, WHO proved to be acquaintance.
and asked where lie going. Home, to
Dutch Flat" replied the traveller. "You are
lost amt youa'' enquited the workman. 'Not
if this is steep Hollow, replied the pedestrian.
But this amt Steep Hollow; this is Bear River,
and Dutch Flat is right up "Gct out with
your Bear River! Guess know Steep Hollow
when see it, and Dutch Flat when l find it, )"
responded the traveller, continuing his journey
lown the grade. Approaching Bear River he
met chinaman whom he hailed with: "Halloa,
John, where are you gong?" "Me SO Dutchy
Flatty," replied the Chinaman. "Hold up,
want to talk to you!' cried the traveller '.H.l
Yah! Heap lobber mani yelled the Chinaman,
bursting away into the bushes. Resumng his
way down the road, and cogitating upon the
rous incidents of his journey, he reached Bear
River, where in the misty twilight and may
uncertainty of his mind, he began to study the
problem of which way the river was running
when, by STOPPING its brink, and holding
his hand in the stream, he arrived at the con-
cusion that it was running down hill, all right;
and having, by repeated experiments satisfied
himself of the truth Of this impo tant discovery.
resolved, as the shades of night were rapidly de-
scending, to retrace his way to the town of You
Bet, and there pass the night. He, according
". turned about and at his best gait, climbed
the hill heshad just descended, and in the
course of fifteen minutes walk, stood in the
br llantly lighted usiness center of Dut h Flat,
gazing, in lost 'stonishment at his own sign
This incident IS presented, not so much IN
the way of a humorous anecdote, as of q sobef
and warning example to the unwary of how Il
raveler. in this vale of tears, may go astray by
recklessly neglecting to take along with him an
eye-opener.
He Cor AWAY From THEM.--One evening re
Gently (the exact date, for reasons that will ap-
pear, cannot be given), there was a momen-
tary. though wild excitement on Main street.
While the street was filed with people, suddenly
wild and piercing yell rang ont upon the air
rom point immediately in front OF the ODD
Fellows, Red Mems, and Masons', place o,
meeting There was rush Of the crowd and
The usual excited inquiries Of 'sWhat is it? what
is it?' when singularly grotesque figure ap-
peared in the rect, bounding away into the
downtown darkness, and screaming as il
jumped, Murder! Murder! Get out of the way!
they after mr!' 1t was all over in about
the time you coulu say Jack Robinson" when
the crowd closed up and began to ask their
rs ris 'what the deuce it meant?" Nobody
Knew, but some were inclined to the belief that
the screaming apparition was Odd Fellow,
who had been summarily expelled through
window in his working costume; others, that Re
was no-account Red Man, who, having shown
incapacity in war-songs and war-dances, had
been pitched over sac banisters TO the mercy of
tle pale faces in the 'forest of life" below; but
a majority seemed inclined to the more reason
able belief that the man had been passing
through the fiery ordeal OF being made Mason,
an1 had jumped from a red-hot erid-iron. of his
own free will and accord, nto the street, and
thence continued his flight. under the impress
sion that he was still pursued by the blazing |
pokers of his ruthless tormentors Bnt no |
really warrantabe conclusion has yet been ar
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