The Brookhaven leader., 1884-02-21
A journalistic TenderfO0t.

Most every one who has tried the
publication OF a newspaper will call to
mind as hn reads this item this morn
ing a similar experience, perhaps,
though perhaps not so pronounced and
protuberant.
Early one summer morning gawky
Young tenderfoot, both as to the West
and the details OF journalism, came into
the Office and asked me for a job as a
correspondent to write up the mines in
North Park. lie wore his ha,r longish
and tried to make it curl. The result
was greasy coat-collar and the gem
eral toW 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
fagrant Sioux warrior and do general
Wild Bill business, hoping no doubt
before the season close to rescue enough
beautiful captive madens to get up a
Young vasssr College in Wyoming or
Montana.
told him that we did not care for
mining correspondent who did not know
q piece of blossom reck from a gerani-
year. to gain knowledge enough to know
where to sink prospect sla't even,
and as to passing opinions on a vein, it
would seem almost wicked and sacrile-
gous to sent man out there among
> those old gr1sly miners who had spent
their lives in bitter experience. unless
the young man could readily distingui,h h
the points Of difference between c.,unk
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bologna sausage.
lie still thought he could write us let
ters that would do the paper some
eternal coed. and though ] told him. as
he wrung nv 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 '1-have-neyer-,aw" variety, and
he spclled curiosity "drosstr.'' He
worked fari to get the word into his al
legged letter. and t, en- a'sassina'ed 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 sad 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, rs
we miners call bacon; but he said that
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garding the assays on the ''Weasel
Asleep The Fauper's Dream" ."
"The Mary Ellen" and 1.-The Over
Draft" ever seemed to crop out in tho
paper
why was it?
wrote back that the white-eycd pei
Jean from the buckwhcat-enameed
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 "toat." He had
wandered ava from camp thirty miles
before he remembe, ed that he didn
know what float looked like. Then
he thought he would 90 back and inquire.
He got lost while IN d dark brown study
and drifted into the bosom Of the un-
movable. lie d dn't miss the trail un-
til perpendicular wall of the ho Ky
Mountains about 200 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
of and the 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 par
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 blamed
drop of water, say nothing about float,
| ana then tney all laugneu u merry lduHH
snd said that 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 next morning neither he nor the
best bay mule on the Troublesome WAS
to be seen with the naked eye. After
that we heard of HIM in the San Juan
country,
He had lacerated the finer feelings of
tae miners down there and had violated
the etiquette of the San Juan, so they
kicked a -four 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. 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 & Western Road,
near Waycross, Ga, the other day. The
tc.hk thaf alnno