The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-08-24
TOOK HIS DUST.

n 4hlcIiSSnOer brings %1,AVO All the
Way From the BLACK HiIls-And 1t
is stolen From Him by Chicago Sharp.
ers.
from the Chicago Journal
This morning melancholy traveller
named Asa Russell, with three channels
bags containing specimens OF nuggets
from almost every gulch in the Black
Hills country, wandered into the Central
Station and asked for relief. Asa, who
is farmer IN good standing from Cold
water, Mich, lured by prospects of
dazzling prosperity, hied himself last
April to the gold Embedded hills and val
leys of the setting sun. Asa is a man of
advanced years, but he is one of those
old, hale, honest yeomen we read of in
story books. He did well at the Black
Hills, accommodating dust out there he
might have disposed of easily at Chey-
enne for something like ST, 500. But he
thought he would bring it home, that his
good old wife might show it to the grand
children, and tell them at the same time
how Asa, grown old, was yet pattern of
. industry and perseverance to the rising
generation. 1t was ordained, however,
that this touching event should not
happen.
Asa Russell, with his bags of gold, ar
rived in Chicago Sunday evening. About
10 o'clock last evening he went to the
Michigan Southern depot and took a
train for home. Besides his gold, he
had with him his two guns and a re-
volver. Accompanied by those life pre-
servers he took seat in the smoking, car
and felt secure. Why wouldn't he? In
the same car was another traveler--a
fine, portly gentleman, who could kick
the beam at 200 pounds, say. This gen
| tleman, beholding Asa, approached him,
and looking upon the guns. exclaimed
ella from the Black Hills, suppose %
| To which Asa, who likes company, re-
/ piled in the affirmative. A conversation
at once sprang up. Asa ingenuously
| told the fine portly gentleman all about
it; how he went out to the Black Hills
like bold adventurer, dug for gold and
found it, and, lest he should be disbe-
lieved, produced his bags of gold with
chuckle and exhibited one of his many
nuggets valued at S6.87. The glitterine
toy fascinated his companion. He
looked on it, over it, and all around it
and felt its weight for he never saw any
thing like it before. It was perfectl,
immense, was the admiration of the fine
portly gentleman for Asa. And the,
talked and talked, and they moved to tn
other side of the car that they might ge
the benefit of the bracing breeze of tn
rolling prairies, and the fine portly gen
tieman threw his long lank legs careless
~ over the back of the seat, declaring
"My legs are so long, it makes ther
ache to curl them up" They had sue
q good time.
Soon a second gentleman entered. H.
was featherweight beside the man wh
kicked the beam at 200 pounds, ant
looked as though he did not eat as mucl
as he ought He had weakened face
and his eyes sat back in his head ant
glistened when Asa unfolded the story
the golden sands that we're sprinkled Ii
the hills he came from, and sample
which he would let him see. Asa pro
duced two bags to convince him. Stimuli
taneously three cards. flew, like magic
from the strangers vest and alighteC
upon Asa's shirt front AS suddenly al
indignant gentleman approached anC
said there was fine of 81, 800 for play
ing cards on the cars. At the same time
the two bags of gold were pulled from
him by party No. 2. Asa now saw
where he was, and denouncing party No
as "capper, /" rushed for his revolver
The party, however, closed around him
and produced confusion. Seeing that
the conductor was his only hope, Asa
finally approached him, followed by
party No. 3, while party No. 2 slipped
out, shortly followed by No. ! at Miller
Station, about thirty miles off. Party
No. explained everything to the con-
ductor, apparently to his satisfaction,
and Asa forgot all about holding him.
He would like to see him now. He
would like much more to see, however,
the festive featherweight who decamped
with his bags Of gold nuggets from al
most every gulch in the gold-sprinkled
bosom of the Black Hills, and valued at