Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1882-09-09

and soda-water mattresses, with lace ed gee
Alsatian bows and fancy aprons, were KEEP
busy by the crowd. Chinese, Japanese
negroes, French, Germans, English, TIA!
ians, Spaniards and the pure-b loodeG
American pressed before, behind and or
either side. It was a cosmopolitan assem-
blage and very good natured one. Nc
wonder people came aud more people,
would go anywhere TO find such crowd.
One takes from his neighbours vivacity and
finds certain strength in the sharp
ness of his elbow. The spirit rises above
the level and shakes its handkerchief over
its head. A pretty girl-hurrah An
ugly one-hurrah, anyhow And every.
body stuffs-candy, popcorn balls, ice.
cream, little cakes, soda water, cider,
lemonade-and the faucets are constantly
turned for water for the crowd that never
melts away till the band plays
"HoME, SWEET HOME"
Yet every one looks well fed and cared fer.
A solemn baker in white cap and apron
sells his waffies, with dash of sugar over
them, as fast as he can brown them, and
the tve-cent pieces tinkle in the drawer
Feminine fingers fly at the buttered papers
wrapping the caramels, and man in shirt
sleeves perspires in his haste to pull mo-
lasses peppermint and pass it through the
cutter. Yet the demand exceeds the sup
ply. Women and children lean over the
incubator and talks baby talk to the little
chickens running contentedly about their
pens. The incubator is placarded The
Happy Orphans" and "Who Cares for
thar Thro oil ,Io,
from Lines to Mother" and other tear.
full poems in honor of that hitherto highly.
Landed female who now seems in danger of
declining In popularity and becoming an
institution of the past. The "young men
from Jerusalem" fail to impress the psalm
tune, the sacred olive and the date upon
the near beholder, since they so openly
pursue the nimble sixpence. They are
four young men in striped TUNES and sashes,
with tasseled caps on their heads. Their
skins are very brown, and they talk darby
among Themselves in an unknown language,
while the bargainer stands helplessly be-
fore them, holding carved bracelets, sill.
yer necklace or little box made from
Jerusalem wood, wondering how much
ought to be paid for these articles and how
much she viii really pay. A little further
along
BAND OF NEGROES
Are at work at tobacco, and now and then
one breaks out into singing, tine rest join.
ing in, till the parts are all made up. It is
noticeable that male voices alone are heard,
the women standing silently at work, now
and then glancing the whites Of their eyes
upward at the interested crowd or throw.
ing quick cleaning smiles at each other.
One Is large.eyed young girl, with short
hair just curling in her neck, the faint
duskiness shadewing lips and cheeks alone
giving the hint as to the dark bar in her
birth. The old man weaving carpets still
bends at his loom, and shoots his shuttles
through and through as though freshened
over and wound up from last year. The
eminent Japanese artists squat upon their
heels and paint and embroider before the
eyes of the admiring multitude, and at
every half hour the great bell tolls for time
gone. At half-past ten it shouts good
night with It's metal tongue, and the mu-
sicians play the slow strains which send
us all to home and bed. Human tongues
take up the echo Of the bells goodnight,
and slowly, like the pearl in Cleopatras
cup, the crowd melts away into space,
and is gone entirely, completely, as it's own
Saturday night at the fair.
KATE HEATH.