Weekly Trinity journal., 1874-01-03
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would quote Shakespeare, and n tattercd,
coverlcss copy of the bard was to be seen
in his cabin prominent between a piece of
rusty bacon and tie nour-sack. But in
Bloody Bills world, no poets had put
in an appearance. When Old Jones
quoted Hamlet to Bloody Bill, he was
simply lunatic.
Bloody Bill once, while under the in
tiuencn of liquor, shot n hog. 1t proved
to be one of Thompson's, who demanded
payment therefor, and was refused
! Whcreupon Bill was summoned before
the bar of justice at Chinese Camp.
Bill had never been in difficulty of that
sort before. He had no more idea of the
laws operation than his murdered por-
cine victim. Thompson, the plaintiff,
was his only friend. He had been his
counselor for years, and whenever Bill
had fallen into trouble it was Thompson
who helped him out. As he had done be-
fore, so did he in this case.
Look 'ere," said he to Thompson, u
little previous to the trial "what must
/ do habout this bloody muss ?'
"You must get lawyer to defend
you," replied Thompson.
"Git lawyer | dunno no bloody
lawyer See here-you git ono for me,
won't yer ?"
SO Thompson, plaintiff, managed his
opponents case as we'll as his own,
Bloody Bill meantime looking on in
state of helplessness. Thompson was
obliged to relcnt. Whisky, more than
Bill, had done the deed. Bill was let of
with fine of ten dollars and costs, which
Thompson, after all was obliged to pay
for him, taking Bill's noto therefor, and
the parties to the suit returned to Stony
Bar; Bill being disposed to regard the
whole affair rs an interesting though
complicated episode in his existence, and
in some doubt whether he OF Thompson
had won the case.
George Packard another customer,
slipped through life with very little fric-
ton. His keel never grated against rocks.
tillHB WIN MN SttIllti Olltt anu III
running order. If the world was cross,
and sour, and out of sorts, when it came
his way, he still preserved his equanim-
ity. He never went to extremes. lie
scomcd to have found the golden mean.
He could walk into temptation and como
out perhaps trino shaken, but not bat
tered to pieces like some.
George had father-in-law, tho epit-
ONO Of restless onergy-a man never
content unless at work himself. and hav-
! ing everyone at work about him-who
deemed life to be hard thing, and if it
were not, it was ones duty to make it
So But George lived with him and
moved along at tho same easy pace
Ono stormy morning, he camo to the
store to borrow jack-plane. The busy,
bnstling, uncomfortable fathern-law
was waiting for it. Stony Bar Store look
ed very comfortable this morning. No
one would work outside in such weather.
Josh, Old Jones, Old Grizzly, Black lIar-
ry, and Bloody Bill were seated about
the stove, some carving manzaEito pipe,
some fa5rcating little men Of wire and
pasteboard, who, on being put in proper
communication with the hot air current
running up the stovepipe, did industri-
ously, energeticaly, and even at times
spasmodically, propel paper saws, grind
stones, and other machinery. George
sat down, lit his pipe and realizing fully
tho charm, peace, and content Of the Bar
Store on such a rainy day. lent his aid to
the fabrication of manzanito pipes and
pasteboard men for three whole days, so
that eventually that stovepipe presented
from top to bottom mass of busy toll
ers in the air, while the storm ragged with
out, and the still stormicr fathcr-in-law
ragged at his slow and deliberate son-in-
law at home.
Stony Bar Store and its customers are
no longer to be found. Two years ago,
travelled over the ground. Only old
memories left, and few graves. Yet
how little change The ragged crest of
Red Mountain has not altered the river
turns as abruptly as ever at its base and
rolls perseveringly onward. Only gone
few mites Of men and their housos.-
Not ruin lelt. A great riso of the Tu-
olumne had covered their sites fathom
deep with alluvium and powders. Thtn
gentler power came strewing seeds,
and the wild herbage sprung up on the
deposit. A dreamy silence fell over all.
Month after month passes, and not man
treads the trail, fast fading out, over Red
Mountain. Twenty y-odd years ago, scores
of men on that hot, stony waste by the
riverside grasped eagerly at the New
York Herald when the news-vender
brought the fortnightly number, Who
reads the Herdld there to-day ? No
body left. Just swoop of civilizations
busy wing, and it is gone, leaving rocks,
mountain and river to their primcyal
silence. OUe1fdnd Monthly.
" "
WHETHER or no all women are fitted
for all vocations, there is no doubt that
some are equal to almost any degree OF
enterprise. A woman recently appeared
in Toledo, who had by industry and close
attention TO business, succeeded in accuhi-
mulating four husbands. There is no tell
ing where she would have stopped in her
victorious career, if some meddlng per-
son had not invoked the interference OF
the law and stopped her.
"Do bats ever fly in the daytime ?"
asked teacher of his class in natural his