The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1877-08-21
RAWLINs

.RAwLINs, WYo., Aug. 1


TO the Editor Of The Leader:
In reply to your call for correspond
ence, will appoint ourself a committee
of n to represent our deeStrict and jot
you down some of the recent doings in
our midst. Rawlins, though not like
Rome, ION her seven hills" nestles
quietly and unostentatiously at the
base of several, and though modest in
her pretensions to fame and greatness,
is teeming with stir and bustle-(not
that other kind Of hustle exclusively.
Her inhabitants are wide awake, pos
sessing a goodly portion of that desira-
BILE commodity called push" and al
though the city is but little behind her
sister towns in all except size, possess
ing churches, schools, Masonic and
Odd Fellow Societies, banks, stores,
dramatic society, hotels, machine shops,
paint manufactures, and her full quo
ia of gin mills, yet is not represented
by that mighty lever. the press, which
probably accounts in Il great measure
for the fact of her light-fguratively
speaking-being hid under a bushel.
1t has always been a source of wonder
to me that some wide-awake, enter
prising ''metal jerker'' has not long
since monopolized the opening present.
ed here for the establishment of a first
class weekly, for surely, if Green River
can support a daily, Rawlins can give
life and comfort to Il weekly.
AT present IL little city is honored
by the presence of Sir John Roe Reid,
Bart, and a retinue of followers, who
are sojourning with that prince of
hosts, Capt. Lang, of the Railroad no.
tel. This party is in search of pleas
ure, and intends starting for the yell
lowstone country, its wonders for to
see, in Il day or two, under the charge
of that efficient guide and pathfinder,
Tom Son. Sir John, being our first
glimpse at a real English Baronet to the
INC born, we stared at his portly
proportions with commendable modes
ty, and finally arrived at the conclusion
that the United States could 'ssee'' this
Baronet and go him n ''stack of blues'
in all but name, Query: whats in a
name,'' anyhow?) This is the third
party of blooded beef-eaters who have
made Rawlins the diverging point in
their search for the wonders and adven-
lures of the ''far west,'' one party be-
ing piloted by that famous fraud,
''Texas Jack"
Our town is also graced with another
party of excursionists, this time from
North Platte, with which are recog-
nized Mcconnell and Dillon. The par
ty are paying their respects to Muddy
creek and the speckled finny tribes
therein. They also make the Railroad
Hotel their headquarters, which, by
the-way, under the efficient manage
ment of Capt. and Mrs. Lang is second
to no hotel on the U. P.
The Bernard opera company favored
Rawlins with one of its musical per-
formances a few days ago, and was
pretty well patronized considering the
price of admission S1.50.
Cupid has also been in our midst,
stringing hearts on his traditional ar
row The last victims were D. L. Da-
Wis, yard master of the U. p. r. r., to
Miss Mary Ryan, both of Rawlins.
Only a few days ago "Dutchy'' spliced
himself to q fair damsel from Bitter
Creek, and now says that it is "just rs
natural" While Cupid has been cut
ting up such capers, Death, with his
scythe, has been in IL midst, taking
little Earl, son of j. b. Adams, Esq,
III worthy station agent. Another
child of Mr.. Adams has been lowering
near deaths door, and is still in a criti-
cal condition. Mr.. and Mrs. Adams
have the sympathy of the whole COM
munity in their sore affection.
Last Saturday we were favored with
Il regular "States'' rain storm. 1t
commenced about 4 o'clock p. M, and
continued steadily moistening Mother
Earth until nearly Z O'Clock, cooling
the atmosphere and freighting it with
the sweet perfumes of wild flowers.
Nova amor ~