Carson daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1873-1877, 1875-08-12

[Kp1rol1AL CORRESPONDENCE
YASKs. Ell DoRADo Co.. CALIFORNIA,
SUNDAY Night, August s, 1875.


concluded TO make IS straight wake as
possible for the fishing grounds. and SO
here We are. The reason Of my writing
tonight is because Of great temptation.
This temptation is confederation Of
circumstances. I and the boys sleep
three in a bed in the upper one-third Of
Mr.. Yanks' meanderine bostelrie. The
bed is a: ieas, four feet from the floor
which, We are assured by Yank, would
be covered With Brussels carpet, if any.
1t hasn't any: but the boards are clean
and smooth. But this is not the full
measure of my temptation, though the
sense of simple comfortableness goes a
good way toward inducing me to write.
On one corner of my honest pine wash
stand is large pressed glass tumbler.
In that piece of glassware is tooth
brusk-not mine-for the accommoda-
ton of the travelling and resident public.
Costly leaning up TO the handle of this
implement of domestic dentistry is q
candle. The same is lighted, and am
writing by its gentle glare. Spotted in
small glossy islands are the signs of for
mer candle drippings here. The sug
sestiyeness of these small accessories.
and the fancied history of these candle
tracks are my temptation to write this
letter when nothing above the level of
hot day S uneventful travelling invites
NE to the task of writing. | attract
much attention and am the iadlbitable
mark Of much admiration. In those
cases where do not excite ALIENATION !
provoke envy. 1 am convinced that
nothing becomes me SO much as hunt
ing Goa. and blue shirt. l am aware
of being fraud, for I have not fired a
sho: gun since 1860, but l look the char
aeter. 1t is mainly owing TO Joe Rosen-
stock. He induced me to rig up this
way. II is copper fastened, you know.
That makes it look all the more gamey
and land pirate like. am highly salts
fed. The children hardly know what
to make Of me, and when come across
any old, sure-enough hunters i have to
turn it off with laugh. But my port
able easel in tho bed-tick case passes for
q fovling piece-very long aud light. to
be sure-while my sketch box suggests
mixture of brass cartridges and kit of
surveyors tools. One honest woman
mistook me for travelling glazier. But
the average tours: mistakes ne for a
Boston sportsman. l an getting along
frs: rate.
Here at Yank's one sits and looks IN
der the clean tamarack branches and
through the gently quaking leaves of the
poplar grove. past the little landing out
toward the North Star, Just twinkling
through the twilight shades. and enjoys
the peacefullest scene and the most rest
ful in all these splendid wilds. As the
grows and hightens the shad-
ous of trees and mountains. and puts a
gentle sheen on the water rippled by the
evening air, the Sunday night becomes
rs hallowed as in narrower worshipping
places, and one remembers that The
Woods were Gods first temples.
We came over on the good ship Stan
ford, Captain Lapham. Conlmodious
craft and gentlsmanlike and attentive
skipper. Saw Buck Zabrisaie and Haw-
thOrne at the Glenbrook wharf. Haw-
thorne ought to he appointed Collector
of the Port there. Rounded to at Tom |
Rowland's wharf and lef, two of the !
Misses Parkinson there. Then came on |
to eYank's. Here are Major Stonehill |
an wife, Conductor Verrill and wife and |
Hiss Mary Russell, Mr.. ~. Tyrrell and
family, Mr.. Guion of the Alliance Mu-
tuaI, aud several other folk. young and
old. Clements (Yankl and his good vile
are bustling round as usual and dcing all |
in their power for their guests. A good
f.ble-T mean it-a real Good table ia 1