Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-30
these songs were musical and comica7
She was singing:

L 1SS
gold and roam
Wake snakes and clear the track
When Kentucky comes along,
My name is Nellie Green, boys;
I'm sixteen, young and strong"
Whisky Bob listened to the song with
delight, and gazed at the singer in ad-
miration; and then, with his pack on his
shoulder, cody walked out into her pres
ence, and putting the pack down not far
from her, sat down himself The young
girl looked at him little surprised, but
sat composed and still, only putting her
hand carelessly on the lock of her rifle
Then she spoke to him.
''Well, mister, who might you be, that
walks into young lady's drawing-room
without knocking, even on the bark of a
tree?"
''Please, miss, I'm called Whisky Bob
out prospecting" said he.
mo miss about it, Mr.. Bob, please.
My name for short, is Nell Green to all
friends, and to others-well, I'm shoot
ing iron," said the girl, and contiuued
Your name of Whisky's bad one, young
man, and, reckon, shows you are being
ruinated by corn juice. Is that so?"
"Well, Nell, that's tact-but rather
rough" SAID Bob, who saw the girl had a
half smile on her face
She was not III the least bold or for
ward, or wanting IN modesty; but the
company Of rough men, danger and
scenes in the wilderness, had taught her
to be composed and self-reliant. She
was ap!om5, as they say, in all situations.
"Now, Mr.. Bob,--without the Whisky
1t seems to me- said Nell, we're
throwing yerself away; and there might
be something better for yer, ii. ye'd seek
it," and she looked at him with an ex-
preston OF some interest.
II know it, Nell, if could only 10
| it,"
sGot any folks, no family to keer fer
ye?" said Nell.
"Nary one," said Bob; "never had. I
toted myself and pack I'D this ridge, to
jest seek my luck once more, to quit the
corn juice and reform. I said to myself :
Bob, if ye could only meet woman any
whar in these diggings, and stake out a
claim whar she stood, it would bring ye
fresh luck, and We might turn over now
leaf, and be somebody onct more. And
here, sure enough, I've met you. But I
say, Nell, amt you ever afeard up here
in the wilderness, alone by yerselt?"
"Afeard OF whar, stranger? What is it,
and whar, that I'm afeard of?'' replied
she, Indignantly. "Mr. Bob, look down
the ridge about sixty yards, and yell see
pine saplin'; thars a rlng-neck snake
varmlnt cooled around it, and wagging
his head to charm poor tomtit bird sit
ting Oh her nest in the crotch Of the tree
above. Now look a-here, Mr.. Bob"
Throwing her rifle up to her eye with her
little hands with perfect case, and then
gracefully she fired. The snakes head
went one way, while his twisting body
raised the dust at the foot of the tree.
Thar, stranger, what should I be
.afeard of with this shooting- iron about?"
"That's an eternal fact, for sure" said
Bob. Nobody could insult girl like
you, allow, and that ere rifle is a con-
sideration. But you'll excuse rough
miner, who amt sot eyes on a woman fer
a long time"
Gail right, Mr.. Bob, except your apol-
ogy. We mean right, I'm sure,' SAID
Nell, softly. "But down the trail away
yonder, [ see my folks are coming along,
with their tixings and plumber, pau, mau,
and the rest of 'em. / must put out,
stranger; but, Mr.. Bob, let me say kind
word to yc, Oh parting from a short &C
qualntancc. Ye say woman brings We
luck every time. Now, just hope 1'll
bring good fortune to yer, and you may
take yer pile out of this ere spot, though
[ can't see where it is. And, Mr.. Bob"
said the girl, hcsitatlngly, "ef ye do find
it, and act up to yer good intentions
about the corn uice-well, then, Mr..
Bob, my folks are raising log houses and
shed fixngs down on the opening at the
foot ov the creek, away thar whar We can
see break III the trees. We mean to To-
cate" And walking up to Bob, she put
her hand on his shoulder: land, Mr.. Bob,
ct ye raise yer pile ye can bring jest lit
tie piece of gold down fer Nell to remem-
| Der she brought better life fer ye."
Bob was confused, and seemed to feel
tear in his eye, but he caught the little
hand and kissed it, while Nell, blushing,
| hurried away with step light as an an
telopc's.
These two seemed at once to take an
| interest in each other, as often happens in
life. Bob stood looking with his heart
in his eyes, until Nell's waving dress was
out OF sight, and her peoples train had
disappeared; then he took his pack and
other things: and made his camp under a
great pine tree that stood against tall,
steep rock that would give him shelter,
gathered some dry wood for his evening
meal, and took a look about him. The
place was slight depression of about
twenty acres, where during the wet sea-
son the water had trlckled down and
formed a little rivulet running through
the grass until it had LETT visible line of
worn pebbles to mark it's meandering
course for some ninety yards. 1t was
on top of the ridge, and many hundreds
OF miners had passed it dali y without
supposing gold could be found in such a
place. But Whisky Bob was a believer
in luck, destiny, or whatever we may
choose to call it, and more particularly,
he had strong belief in his own good
luck, especially in his relations to the
fair sex.
He took his rocker and pat it in work.
ing order down the ridge by little pool
OF water, fed by a small stream, where
he could bring his dirt and wash out for
half an hour, and then packing down
more while the pool was filling with wa
ter again.
Next he went and rolled away the rock
where Nell had been sitting and singing
by the dry pebbles of the rivulet, and
taking his pick, commenced digging out
ditch in the grass, about two feet deep
and two feet wide, down stream, and took
the dirt to his rocker. He worked until
sunset, only finding about SIX bits of
coarse gold, but in his last bucket, when
washed out, he found a good solid piece