The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1884-02-22

the points OF difference between chunk
of free milling quartz and fragment Of
bologna sausage.
He still thought he could write us let
tiers that would do the paper some
eternal good. and though l told him. as
he wrung my hand and left, to refrain
from writing or doing any work for us,
ne wrote letter before he had reached
the home station On the stage road or at
least sent US long letter from there. Ii
might have been written before he
started. however.
The letter was OF the 1--WE have went"
and ''l-have-never-saw" variety, and
he spelled curiosity ''qrossity.h He
worked lard to get the word into his al.
legged letter, and then assassinated it.
Well, we paid no attention whatever
to the letter. but meantime he got into
the mines, and the way he dead-headed
feed and sour mash on the strength OF
his relations with the press made the
older miners weep.
Buck Bramel got a little worried and
wrote to me about it. He said that our
soft-eyed mining savant was getting US
a good many subscribers and writing
up every little gopher hole in North
Park, and living on Cincinnati quail, as
We miners call bacon; but he said that
! none OF these fine blooming letters, re.
garding the assays on the weasel
Asleep" 1.-The Fauper's Dleam,"
''The Mary Ellen" and 1.-The Over
Draft" ever seemed to crop out in the
paper.
Why was it?
wrote back that the white eyed pei
lean from the buckwheat- enancled
plains of Arkansas had not RENTED.
was not employed by us and that ]
would write and publish q little card OF
introduction for the bilious litterateuI
that would make people take in theii
domestic animals and lock up their front
fences and garden fountain.
In the meantime they sent him up the
gulch to find some "lioat." He had
wandered AVA from camp thirty miles
before he remembered that he didn't
know what float looked like. Then
he thought he would go back and inquire.
He got lost while IN dark brown study
and drifted into the bosom of the un-
movable. De d ,fn't miss the trail I'M
til a perpendicular wall of the Roxy
Mountains about 800 feet high, rose up
and hit him athwart the nose.
He communed with nature and coy
otes one night and hal a pretty tough
time OF it. He froze his nose partially
off and the coyotes came and gnawed his
little dimpled toes. He passed
wretched night and was greatly annoy
ed by the cold, which at that elevation
sends the mercury toward zero all
through the summer months.
OF course he pulled the zodiac PAR
TALLY over him, and tried to button his
alpaca buster little closer, but his
sleep was troubled by the sociability Of
the coyotes and the midnight twitter OF
the mountain lion He ate moss agate
rare and spruce gum for breakfast.
When he got to camp he looked like 3
forty-day starvationist looking for 3
Job.
They asked him if he found any float.
and he said he didn't find blamed
drop of water, say nothing about float,
and then they all laughed a merry laugh
and said thst if he showed up at daylight
the next morning within the limits OF
the park the orders were to burn him at
the stake.
The newt morning neither he nor the
best bay mule on tie Troublesome was
to be seen with the naked eye. After
that We heardo him in the San Juan
country,
He had Iacerated the finer feelings OF
the miners down there and had violated
the etiquette of the San Juan, so they
kicked a flour barrel out from under
him one day when he was looking the
other way. and being poor tight-rope
performer, he got tangled up in piece
of inch rore in such way that he died
of his injuries--Biu Nye, tn Detroit
Eree Press.