Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1878-07-23
ABOUT TOWN.

We think We characterized the Monday of
last week as of blueish tint If memory
serves. we did not describe it as of a deep or
decided tinge Of blueness but merely as par
taking of ceruleau hue, as by the birthrisht
and race of long line of Mondays But
Yesterday was a Monday which most Elm
phaticaly betrayed the stronger and more
marked traits of its lineage. AS one says
when talking of boy who ID like his dis
tineuished or notorious male ancestors, yes
terday "took after" its paternal grandfather
Old Blue Monday himself. There was a
brooding quiet on Carson street such as OPP
pressed the Roman General Marius, as he
sat among the ruins of Carthage; there were
surroundings which suggested the exclamation
of Orson Dabb the Hitite when he solilO-
pulsed "Deeply, darkly, beautifully blue;
not me, myself, but the expanse of Ether.
Still we noticed that the fellow citizen who
was tired and worn with the heat and burden
of the day betook himself with zest to the
cool shade of Gus Lewis Bar or snuggled up
lovingly within the sound of the regurgita-
tons of Thaxter's soda fountain. The morn
ing opened cloudy, but it was the cloudlness
of a hot and lowering midsummer day.
When the sun came out in his wrath he
seemed to scorch the Capitol, blister the
streets and rebake with baking which was
extra and supertluous, the bricks wherewlth
some of our more solid structures are builded
Human nature was too hot and weak and
perspiring to Weld the seeds and kernels of
newsy items. E1ertion was impossible; aud
even the clocks seemed to have taken on
languor and an Incidence which partook of
the general decentralization and prevalent
laziness The only vivacious thing on all the
street was the sprinklinG cart and it seemed
to have lost something of the vigor Of its
gushfulness. A Legitimate child of its
fathers family was yesterday.
GOING TO THE SPRINGS
Col Pantlind is going to the Genoa Hot
Springs to doctor his pet leg. Pant was a
soldier man once in his life When the Indi-
ana troops were called out to stand by the
Union, Pant shoudered his gun and marched
d
patriot Of the true Indiana type and then
turned his sword into an ce-pick and opened
a hotel. Subsequently he went a rangering
down in Texas and New Mexico, and while
i'll those border countries he got into an In
dian fight and received an arrow wound in
this pet leg of his. The wound has plagued
him, from time to time, ever since. We have
no record of the outcome or whereabout of
the Indian who sent this arrow into Pants
pants; but if he served himself as ne de
served he went off and became a good In
dian and had a small family funeral OF mis-
own. The Colonel will remain at the Springs
for week or so; aud in that time he hopes
to find his leg restored to condition of
soundness.
Personal.
Congressman Wren and Fred Hart, who |
have been in these parts since the Pioneers
picnic, went hence yesterday evening, their
destination being the Bay of San Francisco
Mr.. D. R. Sessions, principal of the State |
at Elko, betook himself to that
city of academic groves and saiubrious breezes
OH last evening train.
CLOUD BURST
Was anticipated by some of our more sensa-
tional and less evenly balanced fellow citizens |
afternoon; and We know that some |
irops of rain fell upon the just and unjust,
because this scribe was sensible of one of |
hose small pluvials falling upon his own
person, while Fred Hart, with whom he was
:alking, was similarly visited. The burst did !
not come.