Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1883-07-25
Letter From Lake Tahoe,
CRYSTAL BAY, LAKE TAHOE. !
Jnlv IL 1881.


July II, 1888.
DEAR EDITOR | sit beside the
placid waters of Lake Tahoe and look
from this place upon its bread eN.
panSe-reaching for % miles to the
south and widening to II miles east
aud vest am reminded of my prom
Use to " drop you line" The beauty
and grandeur of this wonderful body
of water is so well known to you and
your readers that ii seems needless 10
attempt lis description You know
! how quickly over its undisturbed sur.
face, in an instant, will arise TIE
storm like giant in his wrath y
| how the hillowS rush from shore TO
shore, as il impatient 10 break away
from the hoary headed mountains
which, rising Hundreds of feet above
it on either hand, have guarded il so
! securely since nature, in her convul.
sion, formed its bed. To the imagi.
native, il bears sembance of
| woman-so "coy, and hard to please
| beautiful when at rest, grand when its
bosom is disturbed by contending
| passions, furious when dashed by Winds
which blow from some bleak and
dreary quarter.
A few days since your correspondent
stepped into one OF the many boats
which ply these waters, and, under the
careful guidance and skillful hand of
| Captain Jim Green, an old timer on the
lake, sped swiftly to Hot Springs, ON
! Carnelian Bay, six miles away. \. a.
Bayley, the genial and popular pro.
| prietr of Il hotel two and one. half
stories high with tifly-two rooms,
favored me oy pointing ont the justly
celebrated Hot Springs which abound
here. Up from among granite bowl
ders beneath Tahoes transparent
depths came kissing and bubbling the
sulphur water from hidden springs
which lie AT untold depths. Near
cluster of five pretty double cottages
standing amid granite powders, flung
here and there beneath stately pines
which tower to the clouds, as if
attempting TO pierce the ethereal blue,
is Il su pbur spring on the margin of
the lake from which you may drink
deep as did those who drank OF the
PierIan spring. The steamer Niagara
/ runs from Gienbrook and making
circuit OF the lake, one hundred aud
fifty miles, touches on its way, Tahoe
| City, Mckinney's and Tallac, arriving
at Hot Springs in the morning. As
the shades of evening fell over the
troubled waters, | showed from shore
in pretty litlle swift boat, the
Thistle and WAS quickly landed Mt
home by Scottie, "a genial good fellow
who told me some wonderful fish
stories which | may relate hereafter.
One of the many pleasing recollee
tons which come TO me now, is that
Of my brief visit to Hawthorne. We
felt sad mt parting from kind friends,
and dearer ones yet al Aurora. Tears
from pretty eyes had molstencd several
fair checks, not on account of your
correspondents departure altogether,
as we babe good bye to loved ones
God bless all tears of affection: they
may, us they say angels tears do, blot
out in )ife's dark pages some would.
be.forgottcn sin
1t was Il relief to soon sit beside Cen.
Denise MS Ire whirled toward your
growing and important town. But
you know when yOn wish &c be alone
with your grief it seems unpleasant to
be compelled TO listen to some person
who persists in talking to you. Well!
of all the takers | ever heard, Con.
Denise is ahead. lie is worse than
dear, departed Hank Monk. | think
Con. actually said about ten words to
me during our thirty mile drive
Good fellow, May he never have TO
say, as poor George Gordon did, when
dying at Sacramento, years ago, "
can't reach the brake"
And then when we reached Your
county seat it was greater pleasure
to receive the kind attention and cour.
tesy shown my companion and me by
ID. j. Robb, the popular, brave and Gal
liant Sheriff of Esmeralda county. But
his galIantry is too well known by the
fair citizens of your county TO require
any mention from my hand.
II. T. Hedrick, the gentlemanly con.
ductor who took charge of Us at Haw.
thorne, showed every attention possible
to his passengers and tried 10 make the
dreary night ride as pleasant as 1t
could be.
j. j. Finn, the polite brakesman, was
not wanting in kindness and attention,
as 'Smithy," the old V. & I. engineer,
rushed his No. past Walker Lake,
classic shores and on to the Mound
House, where we leave them and you.