Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1884-08-12

Calamity Is the name of q man who
lives at the gold campof Cummins City
He has another name, bat melody seems
to know what il is IL has been torn OF
the wrapper some way, and one day the
boys called him Calamity.
Last spring be had little domestic
| trouble, and his wife made complaints
that Calamity had worn out an old
leRe- handled shovel on her. trying 20
| convince her about some abstruse the
ory of bis.
The testimony seemed to be rather
against Calamity. and the miners told
him that, as soon as thew got over the
rush q little, they would have to hang
him.
One evening, after the work of the
day was done and the boys had eaten
their suppers. one of them suggested
that il would be a good time to hang
Calamity. So they got things IN shape
and went down to the Big Laramie
Bridge.
Calamity was with them. They got
things ready for the exercise to begin.
and then asked the victim IL be had
anything to say. He loosened the rope
around his neck little with one hand.
80 that he could speak with more free
dom, and holding bis pantaloons on With
the other, he said:
Gentlemen of the convention, call
you TO witness that this public demon
stration toward me is entirely unsought
IN my part | have never courted no.
toriety.
Plugging along in comparative OBJ.
security is good enough for me. This is
the first time | ever addressed an audi
enee. That Ia why / am embarrassed
and i'll at ease.
You have brought me here to hang
nae because | seemed harsh and Sc
we're with my wife. You have entered
the hallowed presence of my home life
and assumed the prerogative of subvert
ing my household discipline.
1t is we'll. do not care to live 30
long as my authority is questioned.
You have already changed my submits
sive wife 70 an arrogant and self reliant
woman.
al have always been thoughtful and
kind TO her. When she bad to go sp
into she gulch in the wiBter after FIRE |
wood, my coat shielded her from the |
storm while | sat alone in the cabin |
through the long hours. | could name |
other Instances of unsslfishness on |
my part, but | will not take up your |
time.
death, with its wide waste of etsr-
nal calm and its shoreless sea of rest, |
is glad relief to me. go, but |
leave In your midst a skittish and able |
bodied wild w who will make Rome howl. |
| bequeath her to this camp. She is |
yours, gentlemen.
The day will come when you will |
look hack upon this awful night and |
wish that was alive again, but it will |
be too late | will be far away. MY |
soul will be in a land where domestic |
and cold feet can never
enter.
Bury me at the foot of Vinegar |
Hill, where the sage hen and the fuzzy |
humble bee may gambol DER my lowly |
grave"
When Calamity had finished An i'm
promptu caucus " as called, and when il |
was adjourned Calamity went home to |
his cabin to surprise his wife. She hasn't |
fully recovered from the surprise as We |
90 to press.-BW Nye.
INDIAN DRowNED.-On Friday last two |
drunken Indians were noticed in a Ca |
noe descending the Skagit river. One |
Of the noble reds was stretched out in |
The bottom of the boat while the other |
was engaged in psddling-another in
stance of the dead drunk being |
steered by the dumb" When the canoe |
had neared the Jam in the south fork |
The siwash lost control of it somehow |
and it struck against a log and was i'm |
oapsized. throwing the one
who was padding under the jam, and |
as he was too drank to help himself he |
was drowned. Strange to say. however,
The other OCCUPANT of the boat, and the
most stupidity drunk OF tn , two, was not
thrown out, but fioated off in the canoe
all unconscious of the fate of his CON-
psnion. The drowAed Indian was
known by the name of Jim Thompson.
He was well known on the river, and
was generally considered pretty good |
Indian. He lived near Franklin Bucks
Mail.