Daily globe., 1879-06-01
Jack Bullets Broken. Heart.
BY NJ. QUAD.

VoNA~'
A hundred men were digging for gold,
and they had named the place "Joe
Whites Dream"
Singular name, but they were singular
men, brawny, rough, grizzled, and some
of them wicked. They were men from the
East, digging, delving, in a sort of frenzy,
for the wealth Of California
On this day all work had ceased. The
men formed circle on the grass, and in
the centre was Jack Bullet. His hands
we're tied behind HIM, there was an old
blood-stain on his face, and from his
woltish eyes he sent murderous glances
from one face to another, and at last
called out, II wish had knitted some Of
yc.'
None of the men replied. Some were
pale, others nervous, and none seemed to
relish the business on had, which was the
hanging of Jack Bullet. By-and-by a
meek and humble-looking man, named
Elder Graves by the boys, entered the
circle, and, standing with one hand on
the prisoners shoulder, he began:
slack Bullet, this is solemn morning
for us all! Here is the rope-there is the
limb-and we are all gathered to hang
you! You came to Joe Whites dream
weeks ago, poor, hungry and i'll. We fed
and nursed you, and when you were well
enough to work, full claim was staked
out for you. How have you repaid us,
Jack Bullet? You have stolen dust from
the men, brought discords among us, eX-
cited rows and riots, and last night you
were detected when about to murder your
partner and steal his few hundred dollars.
We try to be white in this camp, and use
all men right, but we cannot turn you
loose to prey upon some other party. The
men are going to hang your
"Let 'em hang! can't die but once,'
sulkily replied the prisoner.
"Jack Bullet" said the Elder, II am 8
praying man, and want to pray with
you. You are strong man, and you are
to die like dog. Maybe you have {
mother in the East, or you may have ,
wife and children. God help them!n
The elder sank down on his knees be
fore the prisoner, and prayed such pray
er as the rocks have never echoed again
Before he had finished there were tear
in the eyes Of half the men, and Big San
bent ever to Curley Jim and whispered
''Now that's what / call religlum-th
real old bang-up religium as we used t
git way back in New Hampsirev'
i. When the prayer had ended, nev
spirit came to the men. They. scanne,
) Jack Bullets face, and saw that it ha,
softened, and as Elder Graves steppe,
aside, the president of the camp cut Jack
b onds, and said:
, "We don't want your blood, though yo
sought ours. You are free to go, JAG
Bullet, but don't you ever enter 10
! Whites Dream again!''
The,reprieved man moved away with
: out word, nor did he look back as lon
! as he was in view. When he had disar
+ peared from sight, the miners returne
t to their work, each one so busy with hi
: thoughts that but few words were spoker
That day two weeks man came up fro1
e ''Cardboard City, and reported that JAG
. Bullet had been eaten up by a grizzl,
= Every man in the camp felt glad the
}. that his town had escaped the disgrace {
b a hanging, and in the afternoon we sa,
q Elder Graves shoulder spade and tur
d down into little valley. It was beat
: tiful spot, always full of mellowest sur
c shine and the prettiest howesrs. Whe
8 the boys had knocked off work for the da,
k they all descended into the place, f
what reason no one. knew, but by con
q mon consent. In the centre of the vale