Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1880-07-28
YANK's STATION, LAKE B1aLER,
Date uncertain.


the whole world is more or less interested in
his movements. This causes him to adopt the
asinine expedient of writing letters. Thank
heaven however, that there is no law compell-
ing an overtaxed public to read them; but
here and there people are to be found who
had rather see nature through the eyes Of
other people than look for themselves To
such lunkheads this scription is particularly
addressed
-s sECLUsIoH.
| Here one drinks his fill Of the palatable
| waters of perfect seclusiop. Business, poll
| tics, gossip, the internal conventionalites and
petty annoyances Of daily existence in town,
are all left behind. Time, which was made
for slaves, and to keep the watchmakers in
employment, can be discarded here, and the
less you have of it the better In climbing
up the steep grade to the Saints Rest, | fell
over some rocks, knocked the works out Of
my watch and was glad when l saw the last
tie between myself and civilization severed
My companion has watch but it doesn't go,
and is simply carried for the purpose of per
sonal adornment and the feeding of feminine
vanity. After the old ticker went to the bad
there was nothing left but the rising of the
sun and setting of the same to tell us any
thing of time. l havn't dated this letter,
from the fact that don't know at the present
writing what day of the week or month this is
and care good deal less. We don't get any
mail and don't want any, and Garfield, H Ian
cock and DIR. Tanner we tread under our
feet. Stop our APPEAL!
GLENBROOK
This busy little village is humming as lively
as ever. Two mills are in full blast, and the
furnace keeps the town pretty well supplied
with smoke. 1t is worth ones while to see
the mammoth logs lifted up from the lake and
reduced to timber A log of two tons weight
comes gliding up the incline. You wonder
how the man who receives it is going to get it
over to the saw track. A moment later with
a series of ropes, hooks and compound levers
he is throwing it about as if it were made of
cork. A touch of lever sends it sliding up
on the track, few blows on the clamp, and
the big saw goes crashing through the log,
while it gives forth sound that requires no
special stretch of imagination to construe into
cry of anguish In a few minutes it is re-
duced to square timber, quicker in fact than
it has required to write it, and inside of
week will be smashing the lights out of a mi
ner in the Yellow Jacket. The logs are
pitched into the NAV of the mill and mastica-
ted as readily a. lunch 6end would chew up
piece Of cheese. A hundred thousand feet
day can be handled here by thirty five men,
in charge Of Superintendent R ,dgers. The
sawdust accumulates to such an extent that
furnaces have been built to burn the surplus
In the night the chimney of this furnace
sends up stream Of sparks which are pamed
Oft on Carson youngsters as fireworks. Near
this is an immense stone pit whore the re-
fuse wood is burned, and anything too mar
row for timber is thrown in. About fifty |
cords day are thus disposed of, and at |
night this pit, measuring fifty by one hun
dred feet in area and sixty feet in depth, is
a bed of live Goals, over which the CHASTITY
flames fit and fash until one gets a pretty |
fair idea of future state. 1t is the con-
tinued sight of this pit of Yerinston and Bliss
that keep the Glenbrook people 50 pious 1t
costs about $500 a month to keep these fires
going, and the company would willingly give
away the extra wood to any one who would
cart it off 1t seems strange that some en-
terprising man does not take the wood for
sashes and meuldings, and it is a reflection
that is continually forced upon one that this
great fire is kept up during the summer
when no one wants it while in the winter in
Carson the poor are freezing
THE NARROW GAUGE
Your correspondent took a trip over the
narrow gauge (the first free ride on a railroad
since January 1st). 1t lies on the mountain
side, like letter w. The engine runs to the
front angle, then backs up on another track,
and is switched from one grade to another
piece of engineering. The second
switch overlooks the lake, and is two hundred
feet above it. Here is one of the loveliest
views in America. l won't profane it with a
description. The road also runs through ia
meadows, which make ones mouth
not for drink of the purling waters The
green plat of grass is laced by scores of
brooks, which leap and sparkle in the sun and
'verY pool is a glittering gem upon the face
# nature. The velvet grass, tiecked with
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