Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1884-10-31

Quid Nunc Ffnds Out Some Various
Things.

and into Nature. This may not convey
any accurate idea to the gentle and casual
reader. There is, Of course, a plenty of
Nature right here in town, but it Is q good
deal tempered with-artiicial, so to speak.
Out on the road in any direction, not ex-
Guiding that by Pinto, it is as it was and
has always been or pretty much SO, only
slightly disturbed, if disturbed at all.
A LITTLE LUIS.
The impulse to enjoy the elements of
sunlight and air and sagebrush and the
rocks and all that, was strong upon this
Bohemian yesterday, and when Mike Walsh
said, Jump in and take a ride, he jumped
in. The buggy was light and so we're the
horses, mere rabbits, in size, but springy
and spirited, and away they went pit-s-pat,
a brace of rarely muscled ponies. They
are kept by Pat Stanton for the saddle and
are square-up-and-up in harness, too, il
there is not too much load, which there
was not for most any distance. Quid nunc
dubbed over with delight in all the sur
roundings. He spoke Of wanting to build
a house one of these days without any roof.
He would like to lie down and breathe a
fresh lung-full of air every time, and, with
the bedclothes tucked about his throat,
gaze always Immediately upon the stars.
Mike was sympathetic, but he is full of
"bulls" and he let off n right here:
"You might get moon-struck." He
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his friends run too strongly ad astra.
TOBACCO GROWING NATIVE ALL oyER NEVADA.
We reached Tom Fitzpatrick's 10 miles
out of town. Mike vent on his journey
ings, towards Hamilton, perhaps, and the
Bohemian stopped to chat at random With
Tom. Something brought the talk INTO
tobacco. Maybe it was several big glasses
of good beer (brewed by Mau & Co, OF
Eureka) supplemented by a pretty fair
domestic" He took the scribe out ON
to a barren spot, near his house in the
s~agebrush, and showed him some native
tobacco plants. They are small and poor
looking, but they are the genuine weed.
1t may sound novel to our readers but Mr..
Fitzpatrick AYERS that the tobacco plant ia
indigenous and grows in every part of the
State. At Austin, some years ago, he
selected GA plants and cultivated them for
diversion. He did not make a thorough
test of the experiment, but went far
enough in it to convince himself that the
Nevada weed could be grown cheaply, and
that it is q fair article for the manufacture
Of tobacco and cigars. The plant, he has
observed, comes up late in the Summer
and lives only about two months. Dur
ing this time it natures fully and then falls
q victim to the first early frost. All it needs
is a little water and a judicious picking of
Of needless leaves. There is no doubt OF
Mr.. Fitzpatrick knowledge of the subject,
as he was a tobacco raiser in Illinois, or OF
his correctness in giving the result OF his
observations. As little as may be thought
of it, Nevada has a world of wonders in
her barren-looking botany, which will yet
reward the scrutiny Of some industrious
and earnest investigator Of its mysteries.
sKuNKs, AND A REALISTIC DREAM.
After Mr.. Fitzpatrick had covered the
ground of the tobacco subject he dropped
into the narrative of his experiences IN
the Coast in natural history. He looks
closely and with the right spirit on the
face of Nature, and he talks of what he has
seen in a quiet, interesting aud humorous
way. He gave several of his adventures
with skunks in California and Nevada.
Once he and several partners in mining
got thoroughly ''skunked," inside as well
as outside. What they ate tasted of the
animal, and in breathing they emitted the
odor Of the fptid animal. For three weeks
their n~eighbors gave them a wide birth
and, at last, they found that there was a
substantial reason for all this. A skunk
had got into their spring and had been
floating around all this time and distilling
Is essence for their food and drink
THE DREAM.
After hearing this and some other SINH
lar tales of the beautiful, but deceptive,
creature, quid nunc tool a walk off with
his own mind loaded with the animal. 1t
was G glorious Indian Summer afternoon.
He climbed up to the point of rocks ris-
ing above the road on the left as you turn
out of the mouth of the canyon going to
Hamilton. There he lay under a cedar,
and, lulled by the soft breeZes and the
cozy warmth Of the sun, he was not long
in falling to sleep. II was a comfortable
snooze for a while, until a nightmare came
upon him. He dreamed of a lovely, mis-
chievous white and black striped polecat
standing near his head, its tail curved in
the air and its lustrous eye expressing q
strange meaning Of devilment. The
dream shortly began to appear real. The
hat he had placed over his face was pulled
one side. In his sleep he pulled it back.
He felt it drawn away from his face again,
and again he drew il back over his eyes,
but the resistance he encountered in do
ing so walked him up. He started to his
feet, hat in hand, and saw with open eyes
what he had seen with eyes shut. Discov-
ering more mirth than malice in the pets
eyes, however. but not daring to wait on
its whims, he put himself in three jumps
behind a ledge of rocks, and. without
looking back, took the chances of breaking
his neck down grade in quest of Mike
Walsh. II was SO narrow an escape that
Tom Fitzpatrick, when told so, said he
really believed that guild nunc's breath
smelt as his did once after a SIMILAR ex-
perience in California. So ended the b.
hemian's brief communion with Nature
yesterday.
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