The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1884-11-14

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appeared if he had been apparent. As
it was, without missing anybody par
ticularly, / felt that was alone. Pres.
emily voice came up from the dark
ness:
"Where are youp"
recognized the voice of my driver.
| had not seen him since we left Ma
comb, but he had been swearing all the
way and his voice had grown familiar
to me. l said that | was right where |
belonged, on the seat in the buggy, and
asked where he was. He informed me
that the horses had stepped upon a
fallen bridge, under our end of which
there had been washout. The for
ward wheels were resting on the sunken
bridge, while the hind ones were
perched on the great round earth, which
is the planet we inhabit. This ac-
counted for the peculiar sensation ex-
perienced of sitting on the roof of a
house or the side of mountain.
The driver further told me that he
now sitting down between the horses.
He had the dashboard with him, but
did not know what to do with it. He
concluded by asking me if l was hurt.
l told him that at first felt little
piqued at not receiving an invitation to
the bridge opening, but since his ex-
PLANTATION l forgave everything cher
ished no feeling of resentment. He
then suggested that 1 get out and walk
across the bridge while he held the
horses, and l could see if the other end
was all right,
1 replied, with much feeling, that
while | could not do that. / would re-
main where | was until daylight, when
| could look across and tell him how it
was.
Finally he led the horses safely
across, and we resumed. our pleasant
lettering along the darkeped way. At
the merry hour of 2:30 a. m. we reached
Bushnell.
was mud to the eyes. l was wet to
the bone. My eyes burned for sleep.
l had smoked $50 cigars on the way
and was little nervous. / crawled
into bed just in time to hear the porter
say it was time to get up.
sat up on the side of the bed, and |
beginning at my neck counted nearly |
800 distinct and definite aches, and |
stopped at the floating ribs discour-
aged. 1 arrayed myself in my wet and
muddy raiment and danced mer-
rily off to the banquet hall. / sat
at the festive board with smiles on
my pale, false face and murder
in my wicked heart. When the fes-
tive board did not groan, did. was
among good, kind, loving friends, but
their words of cheer fell upon an icy
heart, for l wanted to crawl under the
table and go to sleep. loved and adj
mired Mr.. Colfax with genuine affec-
lion. l meant all the beautiful things
hat l said about him that morning,
and he will forgive me when he knows
hat [ wanted to hit him with stove
eg.
| went back to the hotel and went to
leep leaning up against the wall of my
'oom, before l could get close enough
o my bed to fall upon it. dreamed
hat l was a man with two hundred
leads and only one eye to sleep for all
# them; that hadn't been asleep in a
hundred years, and had just crawled
nto steamboat boiler to get a little
zap, when Schuyler Colfax, wearing a
7aiter's jacket, with a napkin on his
rm, sat down at the manhole and read {
ne Benton's Thirty Years in the
United States Senate" clear through,
yhile two men hammered cold rivets
l the boiler to keep me awake.