Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1883-08-30

Speaking of fogs reminds me that the
other morning I ran across stranger
from Colorado-that is, we ran against
each other-and he has introduced me
to local character who knows all about
them. The stranger is a bonanza king
on small scale; the character lords it
over the rowboats belonging to a GER
tain islander, and I am the ruler Of a
waiter to whom have promised large
fee-each of us is monarch of some de-
gree. The character is the Oldest in
habitant as well, and INDUCES to the
full his prerogative of conveying to
tourists vast quantities of interesting,
not to say startling, information. The
strangers assertions are weighted with
the wild and breezy picturesqueness of
the boundless West. AS for myself, I
believe that my feeble utterances do not
greatly tend to the discredit of the pro-
fession. This much by way of introduc-
ton.
Quoth the character a day or two
since, Just after we had opened court,
you young fellers think this putty bad
weather, don't ye?''
''It's the worst weather ever seen, y
remarked the stranger, gloOmily.
'''N' yit faint nOthin' to what twas
in TO-, asserted the character proudly.
1.-The fog we had then GOdS fog, tell
ye! l was rowin' that season myself.
One mornin' I took out Teller m girl
in my big boat. l swanny, sir, the fog
come up so thick t l couldn't see 'em
three feet away, n they couldn't hear
me speak. How d. We think I found
out when they wanted to git ashoreP
Wal, the teller chawed holes in the
fog tryin' to find the girl an kiss her,
till he got nigh enough to me, soft I
could stick one end of horn into his
mouth, N we talked through that. Wust
trouble" added the character, medita-
lively, ''was when we'd take the horn
down for a minute, the fog'd git inter
it n we'd blow the chunks down our
throats."
The stranger looked enviously at the
character, gulped once or twice, and
asked:
Ever see any underground fog, ole
hosp"
The old boss was constrained to ad-
NIT that he never did; but
sob! that's all right" put in the
stranger, his face frightening visably;
''le' me tOOt my bazOO. This under
ground fog comes into a mine when you
git about down to hard pan-fact is the
stuff is what makes bed rock. When [
opened the Belle of Hospital Gulch it
gave me heap of trouble. One day it
came down one side O the shaft whites
I was goin' up in the bucket on the 9th
er. 1t druv the air all to my side and
knocked me silly. Then it went down
below and froze the boys, froze 'em,
pardner! inter the rock. We had to
blast 'em out. How's that for fog, eh,
pard?' and the stranger bit off chew,
and gazed at US stern1y but triumphant
ly:
There was moment of silence.
"You. see that ledge, bout half mile
out?" asked the character, at last. ''No,
we can't, though, can YEP Wal, they
was a schooner went ashore there last
summer in a fog storm. We couFdn' t
get no boat out, the sea was so high, an
we couldn't see 'em for the fog only
when we fired cannon and the ball cut
it. Now, there they was, half mile
away, mind ye! How dye think they
got offP''
The stranger considered a moment,
and then despairingly inquired: ''How'
they fetch it, pard?'
''They shoveled a road through the
fog and walked ashoren'-COr. PEGL0-
deLpbi0 Times.