St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1884-03-08
A Journalistic TenderfOOt.

ing a similar experience, perhaps
thought perhaps not SO pronounced ano
protuberant.
Early one summer morning gawky
Young tenderfoot, both as to the West
the Office and asked me for Il job as i
correspondent to write up tie mines in
North Park. He wore his har longish
and tried to make il curl The result
was a greasy coat-collar and the gen.
eral ,OW ensemble OF the genius smart
Aleck." He had also clothed himself
in the eXtravagant clothes of the dime
novel scout and beautiful girl rescuer
of the Indian country. He had been
driven West by wild desire to hunt the
tiagrant Sioux warrior and do general
Wild Bill business, hoping no doubt
before the season close to rescue enough
beautiful captive maidens to get up a
Young Vassar College in Wyoming or
Montana.
/ told him that we did not care for a
mining correspondent who did not know
Il piece of blossom rock from gerani-
UNI. l knew it took man n goo many
years to gain knowledge enough to know
where to sink 4 prospect iaft even.
and as to passing opinions On vein, it
would seem almost wicked and sacrile-
| gious to seni a man out there among
those old grisly miners who had spent
their lives in bitter experience. unless
the young man could readily distinguish h
the points OF difference between a C unk
OF free milling quartz and fragment of
| bologna sausage.
He still thought he could write us let
ters that would do the paper some
eternal good. and though told him. rs
he wrung my hand and left, to refrain
from writing or doing any work for us.
| he wrote letter before he had reached
| the home station on the stage road or at
least sent us long letter from there. 1t
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 "grossty." He
worked hard to get the word into his al
legged letter. and tten 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 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 Pauper's Dleam,"
'.The Mary Ellen" and 1.-The Over
Draft ever seemed to crop out in the
paper.
Why was it?
l wrote back that the whita-eyed pel-
lean from the buckwheat- -enameled
plains of Arkansas had not remi.ted,
was not employed by us and that /
would write and publish little card of
introduction for the bilious litterateur
that would make people take in their
domestic animals and lock up their front
fences and garden fountain.
In the meantime they sent him up the
gulch to find some .'foat.' 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 60 back and inquire.
He got lost while In dark brown study
and drifted into the bosom of the un-
movable. He d dn't miss the trail un-
til a perpendicular wall of the 10 ky
Mountains about 500 feet high, rose up
and hit him athwart the nose.
He communed with nature and coy
otes one 'ght and hal pretty tough
time OF He froze his nose partially
off and L.. coyotes came and gnawed his
little dimpled toes. He passed a
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 rar-
TALLY over him, and tried to button his
alpaca duster 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
forty-day starvationist looking for a
Job
They asked him il he found any float.
and he said he didn't find a blamed
drop of water, say nothing about float,
and then they all laughed merry laugh
and said that if he showedup at daylight
the next morning within the limits of
the park the orders were to burn him at
the stake.
The next morning neither he nor the
best bay mule on the Troublesome was
to be seen with the naked eve. After
that We heard of HIM in the San Juan
country,
He had laccrated the finer feelings of
the miners down there and had violated
the etiquette of the San Juan. so they
kicked q 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 rope in such way that he died
of his injuries.-BiA Nye, IN Detroit
Free Press.
Some malicious fellow, whom the
law ought to put where he can do no
harm, put five bars of soap in the water
tank on the Brunswick L. Western Road,
near Waycross, Ga, the other day. The
night express. that came along next,
filed up with the soapy water. and soap
water will not make steam So the en-
gine was laid up on the track. without
steam or the power to make it, until |
another engine could be sent out to pull |
the former train and engine onward
Savannah Neus.
Four hundred women of Ward 20, |
Boston. have signed q remonstrance to
be sent to the Legislature against grant
inc {, rther suffrage to women So IL |