Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1876-06-08
SONG OF THE GLOAMlNG.
By JOHN VANCE CHENE,

,..- SONG OF THE CLEANING.
By JOHN VANCE cHENEY.
The toad has the road the cricket sings.
The beetle lifts his heavyiwings,-
The bat is the rover,
No bee on the clover,
The day is over,
And night has come.
The s sss1 sbevs t5e the as0w
The hat is the rover,
No bee ON the clover,
The day is over,
And night has come,
The stream lies a-dream the low winds tune,
IT'S vespers at the shrine Of june
The hat is the rover,
No lee on the clover,
And night has come
Now night has come.
SOME TALL STORIES.
"reminiscences Of California Life-Horace
Greely's Little Joke.
Jay Charlton, the New York cores
pondent of the Danbury News, speak
ing of ssGabriel Conroy' and it's
author, says: Bret Harte really owes
little to California. He never made
his pile there. After it had refused
to make him wealthy, he PANIED out
from himself some sketches and poems
that did more for the glory of Califor-
mia than California ever did for him.
have heard him express the same
aversion to California that he expires.
SEES in his book. II e is personally not
a popular man butt have always liked
him. His conversation is as good as his
writing: He once told me that at Il
certain time he was in an inland valley,
where sunset had taken to tavern q
number of struggling Travellers, of
whom he was one. In q corner sat
little man with his head bowed upon
his hands in melancholy meditation.
Men were sitting around and playing
cards and drinking, when suddenly
there rose tail, strong stranger, who,
folding his arms, reared:
81 am the man from the noun.
tains!''
There was no response. This was a
challenge to fight. There was fight in
the air. Again he said. with words of
emphatic intent:
II am the man from the noun.
! tains?''
He got no takers. The affair be.
came very impressive, and the mans
manner became more and more Obtrus-
i've. Suddenly the little fellow who
had been sitting quietly with bowed
head in the corner, softly rose, and in
subdued but earnest tones, uttered:
"And-I-am-th he man from
the-valley y
The big bully looked at him a mo.
ment. and then took out.
This reminds me of story told me
| by General John GOshwilder, one of
the leading capitalists of California,
and one of the really good fellows of
that State. One day in the early
times he was standing in pioneer
shanty saloon, in company with a great
big fighter who was the terror of the
camp and town. There was nothing
that this giant could not whip, and
very little that he had not whipped.
This big fellow was sitting near the
bar when stranger entered. He was
Il newcomer in town. He was not
more than twenty-five, slenderly built,
pale, with big eyes, delicate features,
and hand like a girl. lie stepped
quietly up to the bar and asked for a
glass of brandy. The glass was placed
before him, whereupon the bully rose
from his chair, put his big, brawny
hand i'll front of the yOumgster, took
the brandy and drank it. The young
man said nothing, but quietly laid
down four bits and said:
''Give me another glass of brandy
The brandy was put out, the glass
was filled, and the bully again reached
forward, took the brandy and drank
it. The yOungster put four bits on
the counter, and said, easily:
''Give me two glasses of brandy
The two glasses were put out, filled,
and the bully the third time reached
forward, took glass and drank it
The young man paid no attention even
to the giants pistols and knives, but
taking the other glass, drank it, and
put down 81. Then, with easy man
ner, he left the bar for the door
walked five or six steps, turned like a
flash of lightning and shot the bully
through the heart. As he walked Out
of the door he said to one of the by
ISLANDERS:
'.That fellow might have hurt some
body yet"
Jim Kavanagh, formerly member OF
Congress from Montana, was telling
me the ether day that on one occasion
there were seven men standing on
empty boxes and with ropes around
their necks under the limbs of tree,
just ready to be hanged. One of them,
4 German. began to cry bitterly rs he
thought that he was about to die. The
man next to him was an 1rishman,
who was much bothered by the Ger.
mans weeping. So hitching his foot
to one side he gave the Germans box
a push, leaving him swinging in the
air, and said, ''StOp, you big sucker,
won't yOu?" But the same act tOppled
over his own box, he could not regain
his footing, and. with a laugh at the
trick he was playing on the German,
he, too, swung into eternity.
was one day standing on the plat.
form of the worst of all restaurants of
the world-at Rawlins, Wyoming Ter.
ritory. A lady and her little girl were
sitting ut one of the tables inside. On
the platform was 4 hunter WITH a
breech-l0ading rifle, and belt full of
cartridges. In fooling with the piece
it suddenly went off the bullet drove
through the thin clapboard. passed
through the coat of a man inside, and
whizzed between the heads of the
lady and her little daughter. He quiz
city smiled and put in another car
fridge. I was thoroughly maddened
at his cool Indifference, and under the
impulse of the moment said: "I'd
like to be big enough to lick you, you
big chucklehead." he turned round
indifferently, slapped me on the shout
er ode end sa Ms w ;k
smile ''Pard, yer amt big enuff, an
can't do it. Yer'd better git yer hair
cut and 60 West. Pard, OF boy.
what'll you drink! Nothin!' Not
even with me Then yer'd better tie
tin pan to yer tail and git West.
Say pard,' said he patting the clap
hoard ssain,t that q nnrtv amotl.o