The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1880-10-30
SILVER REEF NEWS.
IFor the Phoebe Rxconp.I


The beastliest story ON record, and one,
too, that we have abundant evidence of
its reliability, is being told here at the
present time. A brother and sister have
been living in Utah Territory for years
as man and wife, and are now living here
at the Reef in the same capacity.
Through this inhuman connection several
children, or monstrocities, were born, all
of which, however, with the exception of
one idiot daughter, died at an early
period of their existence. This daughter
is now about seventeen years Of age, and
several days ago it was discovered that
she was enciente and had been so for
a period of about five months. The brute
of father is the supposed father also of
his idiot daughters unborn child
They started in boxing in the best of
spirits, and in perfect good nature-Mr.
Greenbaum and little Walk Richie.
Then, somehow, Mr.. Greenbaum got mad
planted a regular old sidewinder into
Walks starboard ribs. This, although
very pleasant for the lockers on to wit
ness, aroused the ire of Walk, who retail
ated by catching" Mr.. Greenbaum
along side of the jaw with such force
that Mr. Geenbaum, in his flight to
the floor, upset barrel of crock and
rye, a case of beer and six dozen boxes
of cigars, vulgarly termed "stinkers."
Mr. G. in dazed sort of way, picked
himself up from the floor, elected
two front teeth in mouthful of blood,
and in voice, through which not the
slightest particle of animosity was blend
ed, meekly ejaculated: "Valk, l didn't
fought you vas mad; I fought you vas
fooling."
On the 22d span Of horses partially
hitched to wagon-the tongue of the
wagon was down and the tugs was hitch
ed to the whifletrees-broke from in
front of Tyson's saloon, where they were
standing, and came bounding down Main
street like cannon ball. At every plunge
of the horses the wagon tongue struck
the earth, siding the wagon around in a
way that threatened to upset it. In the
wagon were lot of barrels and boxes,
and wedged in between them was di-
minutive specimen of an eleven ear-old
boy, who, with larger share of pluck
than even four times eleven years might
have been supposed to have endowed him
with, hung on to the reins until happily
the team was stopped, without further
damage than the breaking of the wagon
tongue and frightening the spectators.
We were rather abruptly accosted on
the street by juvenile gem Of the femi.
nine gender: sinister, there's Jim -,
who described for the Phoebe RECORD
moren a week ago. He Amt got it yet,
and now by - he wants it"
The StormontDeople are just little
selfish. Not content with their success
heretofore, they had to strike it in the
Buckeye again-rich and so big that a!
yet they don't know the extent Of it.
On the night of the 18th an inpromptr
band Of serenaders, with John Rice al
the drum major, discoursed sweet music
in front of the residence of newly mar
ried couple.
Early in the evening of the ODD frt
sprouted from residence on E street. I
was nipped in the bud ere it had fully
blossomed.
The page of Life;
| What find you there?
| A snare
| OF toll and strife
| And endless care.
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Amount of bullion shipped for the weel