The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1879-08-22
Lock Melone in 8. L. Tribun,

The eye Of the mule meyer wrinkles in
mirth. No, he feels that he is the last of
his race. He is in dead earnest. He en-.
tered into the great mining industry of the
Pacific Slope in it's beginning, with serl-
GUS expression of countenance, as if he
knew there was much depending on him.
| There was. -. .l -aaar.-.-
In mining the mule never lays up any
| thing for himself-just works for his board
and clothes. He lives frugally, and his
clothes are stout harness heavily trimmed
with whip Bringing remote mining local.
| tiles into connection With the world, and
| developing mines, seems to be his only
pride. He 10 not proud of his forefathers.
When the wandering prospector strikes
the ledge which afterwards supports great
mining camp. his faithful mule is close by,
browsing on sage-brush.
To be mule spoilt his voice. He inher-
its the voice of neither ancestor, but COM
promise. 1t has been introduced in opera,
without the mules consent, however. His
voice was jumped.
When the camp Is started, who furnishes
the lumber, provisions and mining tools,
which are necessary to the life of the camp,
and the whisky, faro outfits, and revolvers,
which are necessary to the death of the
men? The uncomplaining mule.
The horse, in the corral. will at times
erect his head, likewise his tail, and trot
around and snort. He is delirieus with
oats. Not 80 the mule; he has been called
too many hard names. True he never COM
plains of them, but they weigh on his
spirits. Then he is always associated with
mule. Must be depressing. ,aa
The camp we'll under way, the patient
mule brings the heavy machinery. On the
road he tolls up the long hill ; and then he
descends the pebble-strewn incline, if at
the wheel he sits down to hold back the
load and save the lives of his mates in front
at a great expense Of hair and hide, and
greater sacrifice of dignity.
If the mines cannot be reached by vehi-
cles, the pack-mule throws himself in the
breach. He traverses lofty divides, the
mountainous ring of his ron-rimmed hoof
invades the thunder's home, he treads the
dizzy edge Of ths tathomless abyss, SOME
times he goes over-which is about the only
thing that beats a mule. So lofty IL the
fight OF the mule in the Andes, that his
eyeIashes are frequently singed by too near
approach to the sun.
How often at night 10 the lonely prespec-
or saved from being killed In his sleep by
Indians, just through his mule becoming
alarmed, breaking away and leaving the
country. OF course the prospector, al
though awakened, is killed by the Indians,
but ne is never afterwards AarEassed with
doubts as TO how ID was done.
Fortune made, in mining, the man resires.
but who ever heard of mule retiring from
business? The man clothes himself in fine
raiment, the mule gets new harness oc-
casionally, which he could do as well with
out. The man builds fine house, the
mule has no shelter but the drivers whip.
He works on and on for man, and that is
all there is of it--no reward; for certainly
no sensible mnle ever thought OF getting to
Heaven. Death finds him In harness, unless
be is white mule. The white mule never
dies he is eternal.
a SwINDLINa BARoN.-A German Bar.
on, who had been playing heavily as makoa
AZ the Pessh National Casino, and had,
during few months, won SAC, 900, was
discovered cheating few weeks ago in .
very curious way, He always appeared
anxious to take the bank, BY which means,
of course he always dealt. He kept down
the pile of bank notes In front of him with
his polished silver tobacco box. He dealt
over this and could see the cards he dealt
and the players reflected in the lid of the
box. A certain officer of the staff observ-
ed this and begged for The loan Of the box
to rolls a cigarette. This request he fre-
quently repeated, and observed when the
box was taken away the Barren had varia-
bic luck like the others. The lucky gam.
blar, Weil-known racing man, and of ex-
cellent family, is to be prosecuted asacom-
mon swindler.