The Red Cloud chief., 1880-09-09

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How sweet to kr.ow that someamc this darn.
ness WI, be o'crl
! wait sra'd the darkness. Ny way I cannot
But stin N II tcndeth. o Father, unto
Thee:
And so IN journey onward. for Thou art lead
ing me.
Lucy Whesleck
TBE UBIQUITOUS ADvEHTfsBh.
The procession of sandwich men,"
the banners and transparcncics, and
the various advertisements or wheels
are usually unobjectioua1ie, and lend
additional activity ard, perhaps, inter-
est to the city streets as a sort OF every
day carnival. But many advertisers
have exceeded both taste and discre-
ton, especially the proprietorsof quack
medicines and patent soaps; they have
emblazoned the ridiculous names OF
their wares upon the loveliest spots,
and have invaded the most sacred pre-
cincts of Nature with their undesirable
nOtoriety. The offense given to all
sensible people by their vandalism
counteracted any beneficial effect their
advertisements might have had, and
now, when there is scarcely a promi-
nent cliff or bluff in a frequented part
of the country that is undefaced by
them, they perceive the profitlessness
of the method.
One thing about The otherwise mon
strous business compelled some degree
of admiration. 1t was the ubiquity and
audacity of the s!gn-painter, who. in
many instances, must have imperiled
his life to accomplish his purpose.
When-last summer-whirling toward
the Pacific, we saw his handiwOrk high
UP on the colossal escarpments of Echo
Csnyon: again on the somber granite
cliffs of Weber; further west on the
arid rocks of the Humboldt; even on
the forlorn wigwams Of the Piutes,
struggling over the fallow desert, and
continuously over the Sierras and down
the golden valley of the Sacramento
sign after sign high above the level,
and often in positions the manner of
reaching which was inexplitable
first Impulse of indignation was miti-
gated by a faint stirring of admiration
for The pluck and impudence AZ the one
Individual whose name undeH most of
the inscriptions indicated bow CON-
pletely be had done his work.
When we came back to)New York,
we sought him out and found him. He
was neither peniteht nor apologize. II
guess I've desecrated more Nature than
any other man in the United States"
he said, with cool defiance and twink.
ling eye that told us he appreciated his
- sor1 rrhat .z--
aprctty bit of lettering's a heap nicer
than an ugly rock, and though Iuse the
word 'desecrate,,' and a whole crowd
of people and newspapers are blowing
at me, L guess I've 6eautifed more or
less every city in the United States.
I'm a gazetteer of the United States,
not a town or village / amt been into,
and l can paint s. mentioning the
name of a patent medicine) standing
on my head with my eyes shut. Often
do it with my eyes shut, too, especially
when they are tired and the suns
strong. I've walked six times up and
down the Hudson; painted on rocks
while standing up to my neck in water,
and I've put up the name of Vitality
Bitters' on Lookout Mountain. Seen a
good deal of human nature, and had
many queer experiences in our business.
That was one at Lookout Mountain. I'D
slung myself up on a face of rock. with
my brushes and pots, and was slap-dash-
ing away, when spat.! something hit
the rock. l supposed may be it was a
stone rolling from above, when spat
camIe another one, and spdt!! spat!! spdt
spat! four more. Well, l glanced q,
the rock and saw a lot of little dents in
it, like bullet marks; but 1 couldn't see
where they came from. Spat! again
five more spats.. This was beginning tc
get lively, and I stretched myself out te
make an investigation, and. away dowr
below l saw a mean old photographer
who took pictures of the. fellows and
their girls who came to see the noun
TIN. He was standing in the smoke o.
his own revolver, and was loading il
again to pepper me because l was paint
ing a part of the mountain that CANE
into the background of his darned ole
photographs. Well, l dabbed away a.
fast as 1 could; spat! six times more,
but l finished the sign and then va
moosed. Didn't l demonstrate with the
old man when 1 got down? No, sir
you bet didn't. They shoot remarka
bly, well in that country, and it wa.
lucky for me me that l was just out Of
the old mans range"
He was evidently exhilerated by hi.
W recital, and, as he lighted a fresh
cigar, his eyes were sparkling and his
face was smiling with immense salts.
faction.
'.Why. my partner, old man Brad"
he continued, ''painted Kaiser Bitters'
on the pyramid of Chops. or whatever
you call him. and just after the war l
three feet high around old Fort Sum
tssk o1 xqp ssssJ4 &SSs : aii n SXe & RIOS It's
little boats that they sail down Their.
closer to the wind than anything l evel
saw before. The fort Was ~unoccupied
except by an old soldier, who showed
me all over the place. Have a drink
corporal?' said / to him, after q while
No objections said he, and we walked
and tslked a little further. Pretty
lonesome here, Ell, Sergeantp' Very
indeed answered the cid duck, warm.
ing to me as / brevetted him q grade
higher every two or three minutes
'Ah,' said /. it's . tough old biz, the
army, amt it, L~ieutenant?' Faith, an
it is, upon me life,' said he. Well, !
brought my flask out again, and pressed
it upon him. Now look here, Captain,
said /, you don't mind me painting
sign around the old fort, do YOU?
.Nota bit, my son; paint as much as W
place he answered. quite willing
", and away I went to work, fin
ishing the lettering before shutdown
That little business nearly got me
into trouble; it raised an awful dust
and I left Charleston in q hurry. Nearly
as bad as the time when / was painting
DIR. Didler's Elixir of Life On . bee
hive. / was walking along the railway
track with my pots and brushes, and
saw the hive. which was in IN A No.
position. bound to be seen by every
body in the trains. ! stole up to it and
shattered on the paint. taking care no
to make much noise. Buzz! one little
fellow came to look at me, then an,
other, end then q score or more all a
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