Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1883-09-13
ATTRACTIONS TO THE MINER.

1HcSc dIc not DuliicIOuS ue.C ID
the Magnolia, the Belle Union, the
Court Exchange, the post and express
Office. There are the .'boys." He
| learns the news of the county or district.
The Mount Vernon is paying S4 per
day. Long Shortman has gone on y
spree and hasn't done any work for the
past ten days. Jimmy Mcneil has sent
for his wife's sister. She is unmarried.
Sullivan has had another row with his
wife and she has complained to the au-
thorities. Sam Gedney is going to run
for County Clerk. "Chiquita' and
''Cut-Face' are in camp and expect to
stay week. Bob Delmanie lost 5000
at the game the other night. A San
Francisco Company have bought the
Crazy Gulch quartz lead and will put
ten-stamp mill on it. The schoolmaster
was drunk last Friday night Ford
shot at McGillis the other night, but
did not hit him. The Wiley girls. two
sisters who have recently moved into
camp, are making n sensation, and
their small parlor at times won't hold
the cr.wd of miners and others who are
| calling on them with possible matri-
mony in prospective. They may pass
along the street in the middle of the
afternoon and such '.vagging OUT was
never seen before in the camp. The
curious have investigated the tracks
made by their little CATERS in the red
dust of the upper road and report them
the smallest feet ever seen in this sec
ton. Billy Devins, Of the Blue-iay
claim, is thought to have the best show
with the eldest, and Goldberg, of the
livery Sta:'Ie, with the Youngest. No.
He won't let his best horse and buggy
to anybody now and takes her out rid
inc three times q week. But they're
Snappy and uncertain, and nobody can
count on them for Il certainty. So runs
the weeks news, which he picks up
with sundrv drinks.
He enjoys the luxury OF hotel din
ner-a dinner he is not Obliged to pre-
pare with his own hands-a decidedly
plain dinner in metropolitan estimation,
but to him, commencing with some
soup and ending with pie, Sumptuous
repast. 1t is moonlight and he takes
his way back by the old trail home.
Old not in years, but association. 1t is
but the track of twenty years or so, yet
for him how old is it in thought. How
many, many times he has travelled over
| it.
ON THE WAY HOME.
SO he sets out on his lonely walk OF
how much has he thought while plod-
ding over it. Here the same bio buck
eye brushes againt his face as it did in
the ''spring of '50,' when he was
twenty years younger and had q sweet
heart in the States" whose memory
was fresh and warm. 1t has all died
out since. The letters became less, the
years more and more, and then all
came to q dead stand-still and he re-
ceived the village paper, and there, APP
propriately below the column of deaths,
he read of her marriage, whereat he
went to camp and plunged wildly into
all the concert saloon could give and
made things howl and boldly challenged
the chronic poker game and won. The
trail turns suddenly. 1t has run over
rocks by the river, its trail at times for
many feet almost illegible, vague
smoothly worn streak over ledge and
loose powders, polished and streWn
with new white sand and pebbles by
some unusually high freshet. But here
the shelving bank suddenly ceased. 1t
| becomes q precipice. Up the hard-worn
path in the red earth he climbs forty,
fifty, sixty feet. It is closely hedged
with chemisal. Now he energies near
the brow Of the high rocky bluff. In all
its moonlit glory surges, bubbles and
roars the river below. It's yellow mud
diness Of the day is now changed to a
dark shade of brown with tremulous
silver bars. Night and the moon are
ists.-Pre15tice Milford IN San Fro11-
cisco Chronicle.