Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1881-02-28
A GOOD ONE.
A Deadwood sunday-school superintend-
ent's Parable Of the Prodigal Son
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Last Sunday afternoon the Superintend-
emit of Sunday. school out in the Black
Hills happened to be visiting some friends
in Brooklyn, and, on invitation, attended
the school services of one of our popular
Methodist churches. Invited to address
the children, he declined at first, but
finally consented, and to illustrate the
welcome of the sinner to repentance, re-
lated the following anecdote: IS reckon
most o you young ones have hearn about
that old Teller in Egypt which was well
fixed for kids. The old man was heeled
clear to his neck, an thar wasn't dip or
spur that he wasn't onto, and you bet he
| had his squar dose O. sheers in every pay.
dirt claim on the divide. He was a good
old man, straight as rifle bar'l, and with
out knot, rot or woodpecker hole from root
to crows nest. For long time he'd been
full owner o an eighty stamp mill, and
travellers in them parts seen the smoke
rising from the chimney pretty steady,
and they knowed quartz was grinding and
the dust was good. Thar warn't no funny
business about the old man. He knowed
prime wash from salt by the color, and it
warn't long afore the boys quit stealing his
mules and set right down to the levels and
picked for trade. They knowed he'd
straddle any blind, but he dealt fair, and
they respected him. Well, children, the
old man
BANKED HEAP o QUARTZ.
He had big ranch, and the sheep on it
was as thick as miners tents. Thar was
antelope and prairie. chickens and jack.
rabbits and black-tail deer till you couldn' t
rest. And thar was lots o wheat and a
big shack built o logs, with a parlor in one
end. Now l tell you tibet thar old man
was fixed up to the trap, and don't you
forget nothing. But one O. his sons was
kind o restless. He wanted for to pros
pect for himself The old man gave him
the racket straight from the hip told him
not to make dog-gone fool of himself.
| Stay whar he was. Thar was more money
in stamp-mill than thar was in mines,
and he advised the kid to locate right thar.
| Why, children, tibet thar old man knew
from the fust sour tibet the short didn't
| hev no show, even for tailings, and what
tailings, even if he played to win, to a
squar divide on a regular wash? But the
kid wanted long grass, and so the old man
started him and gave him his blessing, and
told him for to always deal level with the
table, and never let a man get his elbow
behind his kidney on him, and so the boy
got away. Fixed straight to his hair. All
the dust he wanted. Best advice boy
ever got What do you think he did ?
He went broke. l never knew whether
he got into game whar they played
straights, or whether some fellow held
over him on
| SQUARE DEAL,
But he went clear to the bottom of his
sock and struck bedrock. Clean up, dead
gone. The yield didn't pan cent to the
ton. Gulch dried up. Dips crossed his
angles. Blind leads fetched the only vein
he had, except one, but that he didn't
know Of He was digging for yellow in
black rock, and couldn't see the glory
that was waiting for him to assay and
coin. Yes, you bet. That poor boy,
without money enough to buy box of
matches, was driving whar there WASH t
pyrites, while all the sky was pouring out
the best color ever panned, and he couldn't
get on to 1t. Well, thar was only one
thing to do. Prospecting was no use. So
he went down on ranch and told the
ranchmen he'd keep the coyotes off the pigs.
You know what an ornery darned thing a
pig is You've got to kill him and smoke
him and throw him away and forget him
before you can eat him, and yet that thar
young man hived right down with them
pigs and drawed when it was his turn, and
| if he got a fair hand O. shucks he was goose
on his luck Bimeby the racket got too
stiff for him, and he kicked He made up
his mind that he would flock back to the
mill and strike the old man for another
stake Did the old man go back on him
Well,
NOT FOR COIN.
Did he say he wasn't hiring any new
hands, but the kid might get on to work
at Hamilton's Hollow? l reckon not Says
he, Put it here, pard, and he just fell
clean over him. Thet's style. Thet's
trade from the origin. Tibet amt all.
Thet thar old man fetched out buckskin
buffalo boots and a camp hat, and drawed
the young Teller right in. Fin? how's that
Citing you now, am | .? Begin to hook on
to my racket? Know who the old man
was? Yes, you bet your life, aud he's
waiting for you to pass out on bobtail,
and for you to come to him and be fitted
out and started in the stamp mill again
like you never hoped the tira.lu and
hooked out from under the family UNI
brella. Let up and be saved for l tell
you, children, the lower level gets awful
hot sometimes, and if you can do placer
work with the sky right around you, keep
away from the tunnel business, for thar's
no drawing after the bet. I'd like to have
you sing hymn for me that we sing in
our Sunday School Baby Mine; do you
know it 2" And, to the establishment OF
the local Superintendent, they did know
it, and he couldn't stop it.