The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1875-06-17
For people Will talk.
From the Inte-oeean.I
DOty and DutchisOn.
BY HARLEY QUINN.

Whether washing out scanty colori
OF gold on the eastern brow of the
Rockies, or burning charcoal for the
smithy up at Fort Laramie, or eating
peaches in the gardens of the much
loving Mormons, James Dutchison
and Cornelius Doty had always slept
on the same blankets, drank from the
same tin, and disbursed from the same
wallet. Their partnership knew nc
articles of agreement, but it promised
to endure until one should build up
the sod over the others grave. Such
were their thoughts when they
dedicated their hut in the Yankee
Canon of the Black Hills, and en-
barked in their new profession of pur-
veyors of ties for the new railroad,
which was then slowly feeling its
way up through these rugged gorges.
Jim Dutchison, my voluptuous ole
lady, 1 guess we're married for life, u
calculated Doty, in a squirt OF enthu'
siasm.
Dutchison, with q Titanic slap Oh
his comrades shoulder, consigned
him to the devil for the regular brick
and son OF the slkali desert that be
was, invented q complex anathems
expressly for the occasion, and de-
canted him a drop OF juniper juice
from his flask, whereWith ne NIGH
commemorate the event. Then Doty
carved a 6Onae 6OucIe of tobacco from
his old lady's navy plug, and, thI
pledge being elinched, they went
forth into the woods and commenced
their onslaught, and in the six months
between this date and the day Of theiT
partnerships dissolution, several
thousand young pines had wept gum
my tears from the wounds OF their
cruel axes, and several thousand tufty
tree-tops, each graceful as the BacchiC
thyrsus, had sWished piteously to the
ground, where they lay in manglec
devastation.
On these rude men the amenition ol
forest life was wasted. A COLDER
sundoWn touched them agreeably, il
is true, for it was the signal for sup
per, and, following that, q game oil
two Of euchre, quiet smoke, and q
few hours of oblivion. They relished
the balsamy air of the woods for the
same reason that they relished q
pound Of corned beef for their dinner,
because it gave them strength for q
sturdier blow. Sometimes their looks
would tighten and their broWs soften
as they stood before trim and slen-
der tree-trunk, tall and straight, and
jaunty as q young chief, and one
might almost hope that the Old-time
soul of their boyhood was making it.
self felt. No so. Their brains were
bfrou Nth ROT ak;ooI aoff.,oafa. "A
how many ties this stem would yield,
and how much, at quarter of dol
lar each, would be the lucrative pro-
ceeds. Little cared they for the
uymphs whose sacred homes they
were despoiling and for the hama
drysds whose lives they were selling
for psltry twenty-five cents apiece
As for them and their creed, very
little hard cash would go farther in
this world than all the nymphs in
Dianis coterie or Brigham YOung's
zenana. Alas, civilization was a
dream and q dim tradition to these
renegades, aud it seemed as if no pow
er under heaven could bring them
back again to its reality.
Early in the dawn of this morning,
y
penetrated the Businesses of the can
on, startling into renewed life the bet
ter selves of its inhabitants, and soft
ening the asperities of their souls. A
woman's voice, etherealized by dis
tance, following the flush and flow OF
"Home Sweet Home,n had thrilled
these solitudes with its pathos and
found its way, by 8 path devious and
long disused, to the finer feelings OF
these mountaineers. In the rejuve-
mated innocence and freshness Of spirit
which comes, even to the rolghest OF
Us, with the calm of the new day, the
newly awakened and susceptible lis
teners had drank in its melody, care
less of questioning its origin so long
as its presence lasted, and when iG
ceased there were two homesick crea-
lures in the firm of Doty and Dutchi-
son, each trifie ashamed of his re-
lapse from stoicism and afraid of being
accused OF rose water sentimentality
by his partner. No afIusion was made
between them to the mystery of this
song, pealing with such a glory of
music through haunts where woman's
foot had never trod, where flowers
never grew, and where even the little
birds were dumb and unsociabIe. 1t
might have been, they thought, the
freak OF some w6nton down at the
new city of Laramie, a moonlight
caprice of one of those who have for
feited the sacred name OF woman,
leading her to ride away into the
mountains and keep vigil with the
pure stars, imagining herself an in
nOcent girl again, wooed in the rose
tree covert on the porch OF the old and
happy farmhouse but no, that were
impossible, for those aliens could not
even talk of home without their voic-
es choking with sobs. So each one
finally argued with himself that it
was a spirit-voice, either an echo Of
the long past or q revelation Of the
future and the better, so much was it
like dream Of home, so identical
with q heavenly apocalypse. Each
felt assured and hattered that its ben.
ison was peculiar to his own ears, else
his comrade would have spoken Of it,
and with his most Obdurate efforts he
could not bar out its influence. All
the hI1afla Of the eOrrallinO of nnuloa