Weekly Arizona citizen., 1880-09-25
REFLECTIONS ON sERENADERs,
Their Probable Origin and Possible
 Fate.

M
 ,ions-that is, in the abstract-a'
 such an occupation is generally profii'
 less, inasmuch as il involves q certain
 degree of isolation from ones feiio"
 men and partial abandonment ol
 those pursuits which, if actively fol-
 lowed. lead us to presume that wealth await. us in The near future, however
 intangible it may appear at present
 But there are occSs ons and incidents
 m me lives of the most active which
 often unwillingly force upon them
 neriods of serious T, fiectIon, following ! probabIy a train of thought so dis I tine, and remote from tha: usually
 occupying :he mind that they often
 become lost in q labyrinth of mental
 speculation. Therefore, 1T we appear in this to have unceremoniously de-
 parted from our usually terse and in-
 ci,ive manner of expressing ourselves, the fault, if fault it be, is entirely
 owing to the facts above stated.
 Nearly every intelligent man re-
 members-alIhough there may be
 many people in town who do not
 and old song vociierously sung during
 the war times-the chorus of which yrnksumething a fter this fashion 'If you belong to Gideon's band
 Here's my heart and heres my hand
 IL is more than probable that of the
 many thousands who sang this song.
 noI one out of every hundred enter
 tained the remotest idea or who Gid
 con was, where he came from and
 why-after afordIng innumerable
 voices an opportunity of displ aying
 lheir hideous qualities, and amply re-
 plenishing the cotiers of sundry aurisis
 who did q remunerative business Tn
 placing new heads in the drums of lOt-
 lured ears which were forced tO listen
 10 Inc discOrdant stiains-why, after
 having his name belched thrOus hOuI the land be should so mysteTIOusly
 disappear, is as much an enigua as
 the hyerog'yphics on an Egyptian tomb; or who, of whom thIs banu consisted, of the physical and ana to.nical impossibility of following the voluntary injunction of e here's my heart. and here's my hand" have heretofore remained among the un- answered conundrums of the nine leenth century; but in this. it is our pleasant duty 10 not onl ' satisfy the iaudable curiosity Of enquiring thou sands bv informing them of the exist ence oi at least a part of GideOn's famous band, but also modeStly claim the li;le of public 6enefactor, know full well that their identity being and fully established, the indignation which our orderly citizens will express through the soothing medium of buck shot and Winchester cartridges, will forever settle the problem ot their ex- isience.
 And this is how the discovery came about: One night last week, when the glorious harvest moon sffDrd- l cd ju.t such a bright yet mellow light { as delights the senses of all nocturnal | peram bulatOrs-especially if senti- 1 mentally incliued-and al that hour | when 7xS commission would have | been necessary to have sdjudged | whether il was Saturday night or Sun day morning, an unusual noise was h, ard al different times in various I parts Oi the town. To describe the | sounds would be simply impOssi- ble. The asthmaiic growing of an | antiqusted rooster would be simple, !! music compared with The Park Brewery notes of ihe elongated specimens of human ivy who efTectually slsu. htered every note within the range of the bassO's voice Of would-be ienors there were 6 number. One sang as if his throat were tilled with muSh, another as though his nose was The only medium which nature intended his voice sh0Gld express itself If the third had plunged his head in an olla filled with water and attempted tO l whistle Lite on an Ocean Wave, be I would certainly have been as success ful as in his spa>madIc efforts to catch q tIl>eIto nOte--a CongiOmeTa- iion Of sounds, in comparison with | which Papag0o funeral chant would | be exquisite melody. Nor were their | voices the only instruments oi torture, ! for | atObacCo- stained terOr was accom- l panied by violin which being sawed | by muscular arm gave forth squeaky | like q distressed wood-saw | ;he annihilation of rusty | nail, X bourbon-rliSed baritone at | tempted 10 follow the corkscrew-like ] evolutions of a slim youth who now and anon cluiched desperately at thu | Tapping strings of a coffin-shaped 1 guitar, while a blonde stripling with ! s mouth harmonica filled the air with ! odars-and these objects are | the remnants of GideOn's band. That ! no dead bodies were discovered the ] following morning hy the vIgilant l coroner, is without doubt owing 10 | The bad craftsmanship of drowsy but | irue citizens. Yet if there be such a thing a retribu'ion the cemetery will ! contain nsmeleSs graves, and sleepers | no longer be awakened by the fearful 1 thought that another reign of terror Is upon them.
 Gathering Forest Statistics.