Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1876-09-19
1aiIp Asnnsbrt sournal.
"GOIyG TO CALIFORNY." "A RECENT
tCEyE At THE CENTRAL DEPOT.

He. walked into the Central Depot as
though he was the Great Unknown: ms
personal appearance was decidedly
UNIQUE. Frankly speaking. he looked as
IL he had been fastened to the rearmost
end of The Bridewell tug aud hauled up
and down Mud Lake until he matched the
shade of the clay which FELTON, 5 proteges
use in their daily labor, and then had been
stood I'D against some friendly billboard
and had the contents of Clark street
pawn-shop shot over him from one of Lip
pncotl's pop-guns. An inventory of his
clothing taken on the spot is as follows ::
Shoes, l--siZe, IA; boots. l-size Il IL;
stockings, 8; pants, 20 OF II pair; sus-
penders. o: shirt. |, red flannel shirt,
23. white or nearly so; vests, 2; coat. ! {;
overcoat, | paper collar. (c.ean) Cen
teuuial neck-;ie. / His hat carried sig
nal OF Distress consisting OF bunch OF
flaming red hair sticking through the
crown. The hackdrivers all wanted him
to take a carriage; the omnibus collector
said he had a Gus Just leaving Tor the
Palmer. and the Massasoit House man vo-
ciferated, "Meals so cents" in his most
genliemanly manner. Turning a deaf
ear to their Establishments. the stranger,
with touching confidence walked up to
Dan and asked him to direct him to the
ticket-oflice. Dan winked both eyes at
the boys, and showed him the way with
the most engaging poiteness. Peacefully
lodging the various pitfalls for strangers,
in the shape of apple women, etc, he at
last arrived at Window 81"
Say, stranger, do yer rekin kin git
go to Californy right soon?"
ssXoe - raepopb.N tho Crpat Nnnul Gin
fifteen minutes"
What mought the fare be, Cap'n?'
was the next question.
ut might be thousand dollars, but it
amt. The way you want to go is eighty
eight dollars"
That's right cheap, now, amt it p
turning to the crowd which had gathered
around him. IL say, stranger, haint you
got some tickets that'll give ieller right
good ride into the keer boxe.-something
rale nice. yer know Yer see | ies' come
up from Indeanny last mite, and want to
travel real good, yer see. | don't reckon
I'll mosey round much more, and want
suthin'--
Say. Mister, jus pull yer YES" sud-
denly shouted Logan in his ear.
Don't reckon need ter. Jest give
Hlc u tiChtt OU Que NV tutil ouiuy htcl-
boxes what has beds into 'em. Tell yer
what stranger, kalkilate to mossey long
10 style this yer time ii never do agin.
Yer see, just KEN from Indeanny, yer
know, and reckon I'm goin' to pike a
right smart of ways fore | kin git to
Califerny. How long for | kin git to
gop"
Heres your ticket to San Francisco
al Il al. -
said the ticket-agent.
The "Indeanny" man reached to the
bottom Of the pocket in his shirt, hauled
up big cloth tied up with section of
steamboat hawser. united it, and from
big roll OF greenbacks selected a $500 bill
which he handed to the agent, remarking
at the same time. don't wear very good
cloes, boys, but calkiate to alters have
enuf money to pay my way"
Immediately every one was as polite as
peeler who is afraid he Is about to be
discharged.
Logan wanted to carry his valise to the
car, and Ed, the newsbov, tried to sell
him prize package; but he resisted all
their Establishments, and inquii ed for the
baggage-room, remarking that he had
1.-TWO carpet-sack and a basket of per-
vsshun thar" that he wanted checked. lie
was shown the way, and he vanished from
the sight of the ticket-agent on the straight
road TO the baggage-room; and now that
gentlemanly ticket-agent has on hand a
counterfeit $500 bill, which he will dis
pose Ut at the lowest market rates. He
has also notified conductors To- look out
for San Francisco first-class ticket l0, 375.
The lndeanny man has gone to ST. Lou
l. 10 recuperate.