Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1879-03-09
WHAT THE DAY BRINGS FORTH

The wind fills all the air what time the
snow is not driven before the gusty blast All
that is newsy is blown clean away, desert
ward. Here and there the forlorn gatherer
of tribes pitches upon sojourner from abroad,
and in half hopeful mood prospects" him
for tidings and tell-tale stuff He finds his
subject weather-bound kept from the haven
of home by adverse winds, and therefore dis
tracted, dull and listless. The mountain tops,
it is said, are four feet deep in new snow,
which is not only worth recording but worth re-
garding as something saved against the dry
weather when all signs fail. Speaking of
signs, all of the species which were not
stoutly secured, fetched away to the leeward
yesterday. Cline to double reef everything
cries man of sea-going turn, as with great
coat snugy clewed down against the weather
and hat backstayed with a firm grip of the
starboard graphing gear, he leans up against
the driving gale and drifts by his acquain-
lance scudding by on tother tack All of
which verifes the rather cheap and somewhat
idle prophecy ventured with microscopic
modicum of originality by Everybody fort
night or so ago when the month of February
was making an ostentatious showing of its
tenderness of demeanor. 1--WE suspect that
February had a rather priggish hope of being
rewarded by a relief bill or such-like gratuity
from the Legslature.) March resents these
unreasonable impertilences Why, even the
pussy willows ventured out under the deceit
full promises of that tickle month. They are
shlvering now for their presumption. There
is some hope now of fruit in the summer time
which seems blown so far away. Meantime
the sound breaks not infrequently upon the
ear, of gruesome oil-cans groaning with dull, |
tin pain as the wind beats them about with |
thumps against woodpiles, posts
and the sharp angles of brick and wooden |
walls. These neglected and battered utensils |
fairly grunt with agony as the merciless wind |
sends them, end upon end and sidewise with
quick and jefky jumps and stumbles, down to-
ward Nowhere. Men who are vain of their
long boards grasp them with the hand which
is not holding on their hats, as they struggle
with the wind dodgers in upper stories of
houses are conscious of a constant rocking of
their resting place in the night time tempest;
women clew up their out-rigging and furl all
heir light sails on the street corners and
under the lee of shops and dwellings before
hey venture upon the tempest-swept cross
walk; Mint drops of both sexes would like to
lave it in their way to put John Sherman in
he stocks with his face to the
weather. and his mouth open, Just to let
lin know what he is deserving of dogs snug
lie up in warm corners and are as meek as
abbits; stage drivers come in looking about
0 put them to the blush hens huddle close
nd with hen-like stupidity and helplessness
n the dark parts of the accustomed coop, and
ven chanticleer forgets to strut and crow
haste Now that the Legislature )
as adjourned the bar-room brigade return
, their old haunts and take on that look of
espondent expectancy which is so sad a coun-
onest despair The drinks are less frequent
gratuitous dispensation; general invita-
ons have lapsed into the old condition of I'M
sual occurrences; and Leadvile, the only re-
aiming hope of the hopeless, seems to loom
p in the far distance as something to be
oped for if not to be visited in the Spring. J
very window rattles; every tree and twig
ends; weather-side doors are frightened past
oening, while their cracks and crannies let
little drops of water and little grains of
md which make the mighty ocean and the
easant land cats shake both paws with
1T of shudder when they have regained the
armth Of the coveted stting-room; and .
erybody says "Whew! how it does blow"
JOHN FL. BUITMAN, miner in the Silver
ill was killed by crushing blow upon his