The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1879-02-05
KING OK TEGKsE.
a LatGer-day SVaIIems1eim HBe-
scribed by Css:as. W Brrem SGOd-
GihFGi.
FLEETING GLIMPsEs OF A VERY EXrRAoR
BINARY CAREER.

BINARY CAREER.
San Francisco ChrUnicle.l
Take down your Lille Among The No
docs" turn To page 81 and read Il rode
down to the bank of the beautiful, arrowy
klamat-misS spelled Klamath-with a thou
.aud peaceful Indians IN sight. As
| rode [ saw tail, strong aud elegant-look-
ing gentleman in top boots and red sash.
= Up to this moment ic seemed to me
l had never seen perfect man, and |
thought, from the dark and classic face,
that he was neither an merican, German
nor Irishmau, and vaguely l associated him
with Italian princes dethroned or even
king of France in exile. He was surely
splendid. superb, standing there in the
morning sun, in his gay attire, by the swift
and shining river; smiling, tapping the
sand in an absent sort OF IA way with his
boot. \ Prince! truly nothing less than Il
Prince! The man turned and smiled good
uaturedIy as l dismOunted, tapping the
sand with his top boo's, gently whistling
the old air of 49, but didn't speak, You
will read anon how the poet boy, the waif
who was destined to achieve fame in tie
world, though at that time he did little else
than faunt his long flaxen curls in The wind
on thousand hill-toFs, and kiss his hand
to the sun at intervals. He approached the
arrowy klamat, where there was a rude
ferry and rudder ferry man. The Prince
and the poet reached the other shore and
both were pennies.
THE PRINCE AND THB POET,
"Chalk THAR said The Prince, with a
superb gesture that irritated the provincial
Charon. row ensued. The Prince, who
had recently crossed the stream in better
circumstances, clutched the bpatman and
demanded return of the gold which he
had then scattered with lavish hand, per-
hitting the ungrateful fellow to retain only
his legitimate tee. The Prince and the poet
then a ccnded the hill, the Prince in top
boots, the lad on his wiry mustang. On
the summit OF the hill another Prince APP
peared. "A costly cloak on his shout Ter.
yellow buckskin gauntlets, rich, red
sash about his " aiSf, where swung pair of
Colts new patent, and great gold chain
made up by linking specimens of natures
gold together, completing this mans attire.
His great hat sheltered him like palm -
He rose in his wooden stirrups, jingled the
bells of steel on his huge Spanish spurs,
and said, with much flourish of course.
money, mule aud watch all gone and you
on foot and alone-Priuce Hal, the man OF
all others, etc, etc, etc, etc :. 1t was too
true. Prince Hal had lost everything but
hope and his uurivaled personal appearance
on the turn of a card at the last camp.
All = moraliZeS the poet, at this stage of the
narrative, 1.-The grand old days are gone :;
the gay gamblers with their open pockets
and ideas of hOnor!'
WANDERING IN ALL CLIMEs.
rrns. L what Is evident 10 All !!
saw him through thousand battle nursed
him through sickness; worried him in
health-for the indescribable charm OF the
man OF mystery drew the poet by a single
hair through fire and water-by night and
by dav. in season and out of season: and
then the Prince vanished into space aud re-
appeared at intervals, lonely and far of,
like a wandering comet; a brilliant, erratic,
fascinating adYenturer, who returns in the
last pages of "Unwritten History" when
the Modoc has ceased from troubling and
the poet and the prince lie down together,
leaving nothing to be desired but an extern
Sive sale of this romance of their use. The
poet writes: 1.-The Prince and | had at last
pitched our tents for good together. l had
told him my ten years battle and he re-
counted his. He had crossed and re-crOSsed
the Cordileras and the Andes. sailed up and
down the Amazon, fought in Nicaragua,
and at last raised old Spanish galleon
from Forseca filled with dubloonS and Mex
lean dollars, that had gone down in the sea
half century before.S What more can be
added than this? There is a tinge of gray
in his hair and touch of sadness in his
facet" So much for the revelation of the
poet. l borrow without leave. Time passed.
1t cannot be expected that those roVers
ceased for good and all to sail the seas ever.
Voices cried TO them from all quarters of
the globe, and their hearts would not sit
still. They struck tent aud we're soon lost
to each other. At intervals these unresting
souls met in their orbits and held commu
nion for a little while.