Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1877-09-06
NOTES AND QUERIES.

NOR that somebody had died a natural deatl
in the strip of territory embracing Bodie
Lone Pine, Darwin, Panamint, etc., was
mistake They have great propensity down
Cor up) there, to die with their boots on
And now the report gets brought in here thai
the Bodie folk, taking summary view and &C
ton, each mounted such horse as he could
command, and started quietly in the direc.
ton where one-arrned Davis, the murderer,
lay concealed. 1t is the opinion of Con De
Wise, of the Aurora stage line, that Davis
has been lynched ere this. A strange, wild
country, that which lies within the limits of
Mono and Kern and Inyo and thereabout.
Somehow when a murderous atmosphere once
comes to hang over place, it is slow to drift
away. There is dreadful over-average of
outlawry in the section designated. 1t is
HARDLY Aurora, where Vigilance Commit
tee and Judge Lynch once did such thorough
work in the CHASTITY way. 1t is not a pleasant
sub ect to contemplate. We must con-
fess we like the sound of the blowing of the
Fallish wind. There is wearisome prolong-
ing of the heated term. The sun burns as
only it burns here in the arid time of pro-
crastinating August lingering on the back of
September When the branches and leaves
of trees are stirred by these fresh breezes, and
the early coming shutdown and the quickly
succeeding cool air of evening comes, one
thinks, not unpleasantly, of the uniting sea-
son of the merry days of another time-no
matter how far or near. But then and there
the maple leaves and the foliage of the oak the
ash and the beeches and birches were dyed
such reds and yellows, such scarlets and pur-
pies, such rich browns and warm siennas as
that, contrasted with the vivid greens of later
verdure, made wealth of color on the wooded
hillsides that added tone to the romance of
the enterprise and put an emphasis upon
the season such as we may not feel under
this scorching sun and amidst this not
always beautiful landscape. But Nature
asserts her compensations. No New Eng
land forest of many hued autumnal tints
ever leaned against the mellow evening
sky with more magnifcence of hue than the |
far-stretching Pine Nut hills as they glow, |
red as a rose in the cleaning. We have seen
those peaks when in the light they were as
pronounced rose tint as ever was any cloud;
and the sharply defined shadows cast by crest
upon crest or down into the great clefts and
ravines were as purple as the velvet leaves of
pansy or the cheek of a ripe damson.
There are beauties in the evening landscape,
as one looks to the southwark, which are as
full freighted with pure ultramarines and
lakes as any Italian scene eyer looked upon.
As the autumn grows older, as the air becomes
more heavily freighted with smoke and dust
these colors will grow richer and stronger.
And the year is in its days of decline. But
fortnight and the equinox will be upon us.
Here and there sprinkle of gray hairs; now
and abundance of the crows feet; further {
and DINNER look through the vista which =,
leads back to those nutting days under the
walnuts and the beech trees and amid the ha- t
eel thickets-these tell tale of the coming of a
another autumn than that whose approach is !,
heralded by the breezes of the afternoon and q
the sharp and eager air of early night. One t
day, Longfellow, recollecting something Of
the pleasant days when he strolled into the .
mast laden woods near by his native city =
wrote some pleasant lines. There are some A
IF the habitual readers of these idlings who Ii
will recollect his poem entitled "My Lost b
Youth" These two following verses help to :, :.
emind those who are familiar with the scene Il
# this sweet little poem, of the "Tender c
race of day that is dead c.
~ can see the breezy dome Of groves
The shadows of behring's Woods,
And the friendships old and the early loves
Come back with Sabbath sound as of doves
In quiet neighborhoods. O,
And the of that sweet song, -
1t iutters and murlnurs still: So
"A boys will is the winds WILL
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts
And behring's Woods are fresh and fair, V
And with joy that is almost pain, I:
Ny heart goes back to wander there, III
And among the dreams of the days that were tn
find my lost youth again. q,
And the strange and beautiful song
The woods are repeating it STILL I'll
"A boys will is the winds will, oh
And the thoughts Of youth long, long thoughts m
-. Yesterday we met our friend Lum d. an
is and he told us that the Company's great de
aw mill and Cap'n Pray's mill were still run to
ing-which shows still-active state of af- u
.irs at the Lakeside. These two big lumber sw
ctories, will, he thinks keep running until tai