Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-03-24
Pickled in a Boiling Spring.

Tom Collette is miner, teamster, coal
burner, or anything else that is necessary
when he finds that his pocket is growing
empty and his larder lean. Tom, with
two friends, Joe and Jake, was making a
painful journey from Pine Grove, in
Esmeralda county, to eastern Nevada.
They camped one afternoon by some hot
springs near Walker Lake, and discover
ing a hole half full of cold water near
one of the hottest springs, turned the hot
water, as it flowed out of the spring, into
the hole, until the hot and cold water
blending made exactly the right temper
allure for a bath. Then they plunged in
and enjoyed the delicious water as only
those who have travelled over dusky ak
ali roads for several days can. When they
had eaten their supper and lighted their
pipes the theme of conversation for long
time while they smoked was their bath
and the wonderful refreshment it had
brought them. They spread their blank
cts on a grassy spot behind some willows
a few yards away from the springs, and
fell asleep.
Tom was up with the dawn. The
memory of the bath was fresh in his
mind, and so he bounded from his blank
cts, and, with skip and Jump, plunged
into the clear water and sank TO bis neck.
Then came howl of anguish, and he
sprang upon the bank with all the agility
OF wild cat. In the meantime his fair
skin had changed to the color of a picked
lobster. The hot water had been run
ming all night; all the cold water had
been nutralized hours before the dawn,
and now the water in the hole was almost
Of the same temperature as the water in
the boiling spring from which it flowed.
Tom was in terrible state. He saws ::
I thought was pickled.'' But he did
not hesitate as to the course he should
pursue.
With intimate care he drew on his pants
and boots. Forcing back tears of angu-
ish, he managed to walk .back to camp.
Though it wrung his heart, he put on his
old-t time frank smile as he neared the rem
devious, for Jake was just then sitting up
IN his blankets, gaping and stretching.
Seeing Tom approach, j axe asked were had
he been. Tom replied that the recollection
eff the magnificent bath of the previous
evening was so vivid in his memory that
he could not think Of breaking camp
without repeating it, and added: g It's
just lovely. jake
Jake did not wait to hear more, but
sprang from his bed and rushed away to-
ward the spring. AS swiftly as Tom
could, he followed, and behind the will
lows kept covert watch. He saw Jake
throw off his few clothes, spring into the
water, hear yell Of anguish, and then
saw him with wonderful haste emerge
and spring upon the bank, and yainly
try, by swift applications of his hands to
different points Of his body, to arrest the
intolerable pain, bowling all the time.
At last Jake managed to get into his
clothes and started for camp. Meeting
Tom, he began with fierce invective to
to upbraid him for his deception. But
Tom cut him short in an instant. "Hush
up, said he, would you bawl like calf
and give us away when want to cook
that other chap up in campo"
Soothed by this, Jake grew quiet and
both leisurely proceeded to camp. BY
the time Joe had commenced to rouse up
and seeing tho others approach, asked
them where they had been. Tom an
swered cheerfully Che was holding his
body at the same time) "Do you think
we could break camp without one more
magnificent swim? Not much
At this, Joe, getting up, cried: "Nct
much, you bet!'' and dashed away toward
the spring.
AS he disappeared behind the willows,
Tom Gnraner for bic ,,jctol <1,
Jake: Get your gun quick; it willmean
business when Joe comes back" In a
few moments Joe did come. He was
yelling turiously, and never stopped I'M
til he caught up his pistol.
drop 1t, says Tom. II have dead
bead bead on you, and so has Jake. Be
sides, ! took al the caps OF your gun
The difficulty was finally adjusted; out
the trio did not feel we'll for the succeed
ing three days.