Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1877-09-23
BRIGHAM YOUNG MATERIAL
ICED.
A Base Range Prophet Interviews
the Late Iamented.


Brigham Young had not been deaC
many days before his re>tlesss spiri
wandered back to earth and got inter
viewed 10y a Base Range medium
Here is the result:
"Did you have a good reception ovel
there?" asked the medium.
"Well pretty good" said Mr.
Young, his face assuming a slight LOOK
of annoyance, "prelty good, consider
ing. You are perhaps aware that
left rather a numerous family-a good
deal of widow, | may say."
Eyes" said the medium, encourag
ingly, at the am time noticing thai
the presence rapidly grew excited;
"there are nineteen Of her altogether,
l believe"
nineteen" said the lamented with
extraordinary solemnity; "nine-teen,
not counting Ann Eliza. And / am
sorry hat / was a Mormon. Mark
that, young man! Polygamy is all
right as long as the man and husband
is alive; but when that individual per
ishes he experiences a shock which
completely knocks the spots off of that
sustained by society. 1 shall never re-
from tnlS.'
The corpse sighed deeply and shook
its head.
IL trust, SIR" said the medium.
somewhat confusedly, they are well
and as miserable as could be expect
ed?"
"Not by a jugful 20 said the deceased
husband and father with extreme vio-
lence. THAT is to say, not by an enor-
nntts anannnt p.rdnn mn his r1tAa-
ness" and the breast of the agitsted
presumption rose and fell; "psrdon me
this exhibition of weakness, but what /
have seen is enough to arouse the
most peaceful and kIndhearted in mat
ter of humanity that ever crossed the
river"
"Will you be good enough, sir, to
tell me what the difficulty is" asked
the medium.
Matter enough!" said the deceased,
bringing his clenchsd hand down upon
a table with terrible effect. "fhere's
No. 6-what do You suppose she's do
ing? Weeping like a broken hearted
woman, perhaps. on, no; | guess not.
Hob nobbing with Jim Ford, and cal
cutating how the property /, going to
pan out! That's the way she x presses
her desire to he in the same grave with
the rose of her existence"
"This is dreadful" said the medium,
sympatbetically, 81 wouldn't have
thought it,"
"And there's No. l~0-fairest flower
of the flock, | WAS wont to call her.
| What kind of a blighted violet do you
suppose she is? Discussing baked
beans acd a new kind of existence
with a whole man, the latter TO begin
as soon as the estate left by the person
she used to cali her chief among ten
thousand is properly divided up. Thai
is the manner of water-power she is"
"And as to the othefs?" said the
medium, after a painful pause.
same thing" said the blight d coun-
~terfeit. "Sanie thing about all of them
excepting one, aud she il so Internal
ugly that she can't find a sweetheart
in all Utah"
And you have no revenge?" said
the medium, inquiringly.
That's the misery of it?" quickly
retured the animated bust. Chats
the-devil of 1t. II may so speak. I've
got to look on at these things without
the power to punch a head or swing a
~horsewhip, All / can do is to look on
aud howl"
The perturbed spirit applied a silk
handkerchief to its eyes and sobbed
aloud. There was a noise a. of a rush
of wind, a suppressed Shrek. a puff of
smoke, aud when the medium looked
for the agitated pre>entment it wasn't
there.