Carson daily appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1873-1877, 1875-01-17
The Storm .

The present Is the nandSOmeSt and
levelest fail and lay of snow that we
have witnessed for years. 1t comes
down as silently as the freeman ex-
ecutes the will of God with his
unpurcha>able vote at the North
American, glass sided. brass mounted
ballot-box. This, let us hope is a
scar|et-fever killer: this, let us assure
ourselves, is guarantee of water
enough to raise the stream, that fills
the sluice, that turns the wheels, that
run the mills. that grind the quartz.
that IS dug from the mines that hold
the big bonanza. This. too. gives
assurance to the horny handed wood
chopper that the next spring and
summer will give him yet another
chance to wrestle with the monarchS
of the forest at two dollars and a half Il
day and found, at the head Of the
surGing Carson; and it causes the
river drivers heart to rejoice and be
glad with the JOYS of anticipated, re-
mnnerative toll in n pair of gum boots
'and red shirt with pocket in the
side 10 carry his tobacco in. IL is.
indeed, glorious scow. a snow full OF
promise, a snow which brings to mind
the days OF ones youth, when the
milk froze in the pantry ana chill
blains crcpt about The family altar.
One sits by the welcome fire and en-
joys his
Tumultuous privacy OF Storm
How our good Mother Earth is padded
and cOunterpaned, to he sure He
who rises with the early snow bird
hears his CHEEKY neigh bor's voice fall
flat as upon muflled and echo
less world. Did You never notice
that queer. snow morning fact.
dear reader? Try it tomorrow
morning at eally cock crow, if you never
did. See how the wierd masons Of tho
snow build their immaculate fret-vork;
behold their castles-mads in a night,
the despair of architects and the enbar-
rassment Of wheeled vehicles What
monster looks the numbering bus as it
tolls along through the snow; how. out
Of tune and grace it creaks and grunts
and founders, Compare it with the swift
running sleigh. Compare il with boy
sliding down hill, belly-buster fashion.
There is a tremendous depth of snow
fallen in the mountains. Now is he
time to get cut your snow shoes; now is
the time to pour the sufficiently boiled
molasses upon the snow ii You want
tatfy as is taify; now is the time to get
Nelson Stotomeyer to grease your boots
We shall expect to hear of blockades and
rumors of blockades along the lines of
railway. How conductors will swear. |
1t makes our blood run cold to think of |
it. It's rare sight now, having climbed !
TO the top Of huge pine tree, atop the /
Sierra, and watch the monster SHOW
pillow as he c!eaves, as he cleayes. Now .
Is the accepted time for the merry sleigh !
bells
a What a world of ,nerriment their melody .
cumlels.
This is the wrong time Of year to
SNOWFALL an editor. 1t will do, perhaps.
t. ptit Senator or an Asscmblymau
II !! committee clerk. but all good little
boys will mind their own business and
wade manfglly to Sunday School and
lever snow bail anybody lat some poor
orphan that cant fight Lack. How the
"risp snow cnukles and snaps under our
feet as We walk along upon it this frosty
morning, ana how poor and GrCssy and
unworthy we all seem when COMPARED
with the Heaven-sent wEitentss which
CLEANS silently and aiar this Winter
Sabbath norninci
CARELESS SHOOTING Last night be t
tween and 10 o'clock, our cid typo :
friend Soderberg believed himself to lie
The object of certain aesasslns, AMI -c.i
lie might, as the sULjoired circumstances D.,
will show. As I. ledger Of his was con-
siderately holding the baby. zip. came {
pistol bullet wlizziug by bis head. Ont
bounced s,oderbefg and hunted all OH