The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1884-11-22
DUYU AZ
A legend of Long Island.

Tor buying votes-his son wallet hand
ed, chuck full of U. S. notes. And then
he said, They're comin'-your wife
from lllinoi', -four others from Wscon-
sin--that damaged girl from Troy--so
Duyual, dear. fishin' l think you'd bet
ter go--to where them buzz saw porp'ses
so harmlessly do blow. In case you need
more greenbacks just draw on pa, o. B.,
and when this storm is over you II get
note grow he"
Then Dauyul packed his satchel--from
pa he tore away--and wandering TO Long
Island, he fshed round Great South Bay.
He got bite---a widow--she asked him
in to tea; this widow wasn't ereeny,
but was grassy as could be. She said,
"My nights are louely--Oh, would that
were dead!" And Dauyul said he
pittied the lonely life she led. Then she
wept upon his bosom-"Oh, who's to
care for me when my daddy S tishin'
bunkers out on the roarn' sea,"
Sometimes they d talk of pirates, that
roamed the shuddering sea, and Dauyul
said he d fix 'em if they did aught to
she. Her dad kept catching bunkers as
if twas all squee.g, yet like he d got
the lockjaw, he d leer ferociouslee.
One day, like wheezy fog horn, "Yo
heave," her dad did bawl, gal, must l
reef your topsls. to stop another squall?"
"You III reef my tops'ls, will you? 70
heave away" she said; and picking up
capstan bar she hove it at his head. "Yo,
lower jb!" she hooted, "Yo, trim your
bow lights keen--clew up your runnin
riggin'-you bloated old sardne! And
list, the dearest daddy Of all things that
walk and creep--I amt the biggest
spooney, tho shall dip in deep--deep
into Dauyurs pockets--he shall my
hubby be-" "The hell you say, my
daughter, you We now bout twenty.
three"
Again she raised the capstan bar, she
sunk him to the floor and hitching to
his foretop, she veered him through the
door. Then like as he was weary, he
murmured "Elenore," and raised his
starboard yard-arm, clay off, he loud
did roar. And anchoring in the kitchen,
he sponged away the gore from toplights
somewhat bleary; then hailing Elenore,
"Ahoy, there, gal, bid Dauyul steer clear
this oyster bed--with pennant dropping
downward--or else he IL go in dead!
| TnplY Inmp hio Granv,,, Che
screamed: "He $ got to come-you
da'sn't shoot, old lobster!" He rammed
the broadside home.
Twas night. The waves sighed
"Dauyul beware her dad that be; 60
tarry here no longer-there s DANCE,
turks for thee!" A whale came up and
blubbered, then weeping shook his head
, "You d best skeedaddle, Dauyul, or gel
dose Of lead"
Unheeded were these warnings Of dire
calamitee The moon shone up in HEAVIER
and she shone on his knee. 81 fea
your dad?" said Dauyul, II fear you,
daddy stout? Ha, ha! We'll, that IS
good one" And they both ha- had RICH
. out.
How shrieked the bunker fsher--hov
r rushed he through the door! Ther
bawled: Farewell, oh, Dauyul fare
, well forevermore!" And straight a
Dauyul's bosom he aimed his old fuzee
s. The bloody shotgun busted--it busted u
) all three!
E Bill Gangway took his shallop an,
scaloped off the sea about peck o
2 Dauyul and sent it to o. B. Oh, what
] the use of lingering DER papa's dark de
spair; or preachers landing Dauyul, hi
cherished virtues--rare? The fence
silver mounted, the stone, italian best
t ha, craven on its surface: "Our Dauyu
here doth rest. Dear Dauyul--littl
n lamby--was taken from our fold, born
/. upward by two angels, to play his har
of gold His virtues were unbounded-
vices he had none--he stuck his stake
for glory--he s won! he s won!! he
e won!!!"
THE HIaHT OF MOUNTAINS. --Tw