The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1875-03-06
IDAHO WORLD.
WANDERKR FROM THE FRONTIER
WHAT WAS POUND ON HIS BREAST.

1900
skin brooches. and his grizzly hal
hung down on his shoulders in tai
gled mass He had drifted East fro1
the wild frontier, and he had fallen sicl
No one knew for, a long time what allie
him, as he would not reply to inquiries
but finally, when a policeman shoo
his arm and repeated the inquiry, tn
man slowly lifted his head and replied
"Tm playedp @ D &
His face was pale and hagard. ant
it was plain that he was going to hav'
F.. an attact of fever. He was sent to tn
hospital for treatment, he making no in
quiries and answering no questions
This was month ago. BE had bis
personal effects in a sort of sack
These were breech-loading rife, a
Ratchet, knife, and several othel
articles, and when he had been laid or
bed in one of the wards, he infested
that the bag be placed under his head
They offered him medicine, but he
turned away his face, and no argument
could induce him to swallow any.
"But you are sick man." said the
doctor, as he held the medicine up
"Cuss Sickness" replied the old man.
l"And you may die!w
"Cuss DEATH"
He grew worse as the days went by,
and was sometimes out of his head,
and talking strange talk of Indian
fights and buffalo hunts, but not once
did he speak of family, friends, or of
himself He would not let them un.
dress him, comb his hair, or show him
any attentions beyond leaving his food
on the stand. A raging fever was
burning up his system, and when the
doctors found that the old man would
not take their medicine, they knew that
death was only matter of days.
he must have had an iron constitu-
ton and heart like warrior, for he
held death at arms length until the 9TH
er day. When it was seen that he
could last but few hours longer, the
nurse asked him if clergyman should
be called.
"Cuss clergymen~ replied the old
man, those being the first words he
had spoken for three days.
However, two hours after his mind
wandered, and he sit up in bed and
called out:
II tell ye, the Lord isn't going to be
hard on Teller who has fit Injuns!"
He was quiet again until an hour
before his death, when the nurse made
one more effort, and asked:
"Will you give me your name??"
"Cuss my name!" replied the old man.
Haven't you any friends?7
"Cuss friendsw
DO you wish US to send your things :
20 any one!"
"Cuss any onew h
"Do you realize" continued the nurse, !;
that you are vary near the gravel
"Cuss the gravel was the monoton. :
us reply. ....
No further questions were asked, and =
Turing the next hour the old man :.
ropped quietly asleep in death, utter =
ng no word and making no sign. When q
hey came to remove the. clothing and g
repare the body for the grave, what :
o you suppose they found carefully .
Wrapped in oilskin and lying on his a
reast? A daguerreotype picture of a :,
tile girl! 1t was taken years and y y
ears ago, and when the child was five y
six years DID, The face Of the little =
ne was fair to look upon, and the case =
7hich held it has been SCARED by bull J.
IT'S. There were dozen scars on the ''
Id mans body to prove that he had I"
we'd a wild life, but there was not
ne among his effects to reveal his o
anne, or the name of the child whose =
lcture he had worn on his breast for a. q.
ears and years. Who was she? His :,
wn darling, perhaps. He would not =. =,
ave treasured the picture 80 carefully u
Mess there was love in his heart. ~
NO one would have believed that the q =
oil skin coat covered heart which =:
'uld feel love or tenderness, but it did. =;
e might have been returning home at. III
r years of weary wandering, or he u
Ight have left the frontier to be sure te
q Christian burial, and hoping that !,
unsympathetic eye would fall upon 8,
2 picture. 70