Daily Los Angeles herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1876-1884, 1879-10-08

SLOltuj Dub paShaS6 WulCh was
left, bearing scratches of the teeth |
of the coyote, who no doubt took 1t
for q rich and superior kind of
sausage, set the matter partially at
rest. Besides several of the var
minis were seen with q mouth
like q fullblown cotton ball, not |
understanding how to remove the
textile fabric from the unctuous
production, and more were found |
dead by the way with numerous
evidences of having taken surfelt
of castor oil.
NADEAU's STATIONS.
A quarter of mile or so from the
depot and by a siding is the first of
Nadeau's stations. He has here
every requisite of a freighting line;
blacksmiths, wagon-makers, spare
mules and vehicles, and even a
steam mill with which to grind
feed. On the routes to Panamint,
Darwin, Cerro Gordo, Mammoth
and other mining towns, he has
commodious stations at an average
distance of twenty miles. To these
stations water is often piped at
great expense. The distance be-
tween two stations is covered by
each team daily. Nine span of
mules is considered to be team,
and draw from two to three wagons
with an average freight of twenty
| thousand pounds. Each station is
generally in charge of man and
| 4. to, thn fno ms FOR hal hIg
meals prepared-ample in quantity
and everything that could be de-
sired in regard to variety. The
wagons are driven into yard at
night, and it (the yard) is then
locked, thus insuring the safety Of
goods in transit. At the end OF
each trip the team Is shod at Mo.
have. Wagons are all ready loaded
so that the detention is only about
two hours. The whole outfit Is
creditable to Mr.. Nadeau. His
men are well fed and we'll paid,
while every want OF the dumb
brutes is carefully anticipated.
Again. the water which has cost
him so much money is rarely re-
fused to the traveller for his own re-
quirements or that of his team.
This, | am told was by Mr.. Ma
deau's orders. 1t is not so with the
Stage Company, who have stations
between each OF those mentioned.
Where they have been at any con-
siderable outlay, twelve and a half
cents per animal is invariably de-
manded.
| A THOROUGH FREIGHTING SYSTEM.
Mr.. Nadeau's system of freight
ing has worked considerable hard
ship to many individuals. Having
stations of his own, the wayside
houses are passed by, and, as the
ordinary freighting teams have
been obliged to haul off, there is no
substitute except small revenue
derived from the stage company
and an occasional two bits from
the travelling peddler. Thus, in.
stead of hundreds of individual
freighters, we have the whole busi-
ness concentrated in the hands of a
man who, by turning three ordi-
nary trains into one, dispenses
with just that proportion of human
labor, and the same may be said of
the profits If any. Altogether,
| Mr.. Nadeau is entitled to much
credit for his enterprise, his liber-
ality and, above all, for the care
and forethought which he has ex-
ercised on behalf of his animals.
1t may be said that he has not lost
sight of his pocket in this, but,
from a close observation of details,
/ think much of the outlay has
been incurred from motives of hu-
manity. He works about two hum
dred span or, say, twenty.one
| teams.
| A MOHAvE ZEPHYR.
Now we leave Mohave, keeping
a range of bare mountains to our
left. 1t is even hotter than before
we crossed the railroad. A sickly
variety of greasewood lines the
way, with here and there O solitary
cactus or meagre stump of the
same standing like grim sentinels,
jealousy guarding the desolate
waste and ever pointing the way
back. We had q slight taste of a
Mohave wind. We cannot say that
the wagon was in any danger or
that rocks of more than pound
weight undertook to soar, but this
we do know-our cofiee-pot was up
set at noon, the wind having pre-
viously scattered the fire and light
brush with as much ease and gusto
as boy blowing soap-bubbles.
LONELY GRAVE.
What means that lonely grave by
the way? All! in early days a soli-
tary wagon was attacked by the In
dams and this man was killed and
scalped. The rest escaped. l sup
pose it makes little difference to a
man where he is buried, or indeed
if he is buried at all. Still there is
something repuguant to the mind
in the bare idea of filling name.
less grave. Who is he? Where did
he come from? Did his friends ever
know how he died, or where he was
buried? Were questions which at
once occurred to our minds, and we
felt sad at the thought that some
aged mother may yet be looking
and hoping against hope for the re-
turn oil the loved one, her eyes
dimmed with tears and heart torn
by dismal forebodings which, how
ever, a merciful Providence, let us
hope, has never allowed to take in
the dreadful reality.
BoRAX LAKE-LETHE.
At the end of twenty-five miles we
were opposite Borax Lake, level
expanse now white and dry. The
crude material is sometimes ship
ped to San Francisco to be refined,
but since the fall in the price of that
article it will not pay, even as re-
turn freight. 1t is shoveled up
from the surface in crystals and
cakes, slightly discolored by sedi-
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