The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1884-10-04
BRISTOL ITEMS.

seaworthy state by Mr.. Olson and Ell
Cults, resumed operations Monday last.
Wednesday night a cloak of snow
whltened the earth.
A subscription is being cotton up
among the Day furnace boys for tie ben.
eft of the school fund, the employees con.
tributing the amount Of one davis labor
each. There is no other town in this
State, of like population, that has con.
tributed 50 much to educational pur
poses as Bristol. And in regard to the
above subscription it gives me the great.
est pleasure when / reflect that il was
gotten up on a purely unselfsh principle
and not for the purpose Of dancing with
and sparkling the pretty girls with which
Bristol abounds. Truth ia mighty. and
must prevail, " whether it's hitched to an
ass or an old cows tail.
A week ago l had the pleasure of see.
ing-and seeing is believing--the new
strike made by Wesley Williams in the
Volcano mine, near Royal City. Three
hundred feet above the lower shaft.
Yves, who was on the lookout for pockets
near the surface, discovered a seam OF
galena cropping out, and upon following
the seam down 10 feet, the ore widened
to SIX or seven inches. The ore is very
beautiful in appearance, glistening like a
mass OF diamonds sandwiched between
two streaks Of green copper, and ASSAYS
some $50 silver and "a per cent. lead.
Mr.. Williams and Chris. Kastberp are
now sinking on the pocket, which. for
the past week, | understand, has not de.
Perforated either in quantity or quality.
Eugene Howell, Democratic nominee
for Senator, recently passed few days
in Bristol. The boy had tough figh,
and got away with it. Give him credit
for it.
Thursday night, the 18th ult., anothe,
dance came off at the school house, t.
the merry jingle of the fiddle and banjo
and was well enjoyed by all in attend
ance. Only small portion Of tn,
Faded Coat Of Blue was sung-thi.
crime having been voted, not far back il
the subsequent, as being punishable witt
death. The singer had started in, ant
goS as far as 'No more the bugle sound,
when the club tender advanced from the
rear and dealt the "Faded Coat" youth
blow on the head that smashed his skull
and scattered his brains in every direc
ton. Immediately afterward "No more
the bugle sound" was taken out am
buried in the old circus ring. General,
speaking, l don't believe in murder, bu
in this case ! think it was iustitiable-
Faded Coat" having been slowly muir
dering this community for the past tire,
months.
The % ult., Brton and Phelan's OF
can band gave Dick Riepe serenade ii
honor of his defeat. Riepe responde,
with few cheering remarks, winding VI
with "thc good die young, but l ain
dead yet, and don't you forget it,"
That staunch Democratic battle frigat
R. A. Riepe-although he was bore,
full Of holes and scuttled in severa
fathoms Of Convention water, will no
lie quietly on the bottom of the politica
sea but for brief period. After under
going few slight repairs Riepe vii
again skim the political pillows witt
pennant flying from the masthead an,
his broadside guns "double shotte,l," il
battery for action. Being true of soul,
he will take his course from the Nprtl
Pole star, and steer straight to victory
Or course there's no telling as to jus
how many quarts Of "buttermilk" will b
brought to bear on the delegates at tn
Republican jamhoree of the 81 inst
My sincere wish is, however, that severa
quarts will be used for the benefit G
Uncle Charley Meyers. He's capable
worthy and de- CRYING.
Still they come-another dance will b
given here the 18th inst, for the benef
of the school fund. Several of the Pioch
nominees are expected over to purchas
tickets. You'll get the value of you
money, gentlemen.
A few nights since colored ma
stopped at the residence Of one OF on
citizens. A young man in another roo,
commenced picking the banjo. At tn
very first note, which came through tn
partition as sweet and soft as a maiden
prayer, the colured man held his breat
to listen. Suddenly throwing back h
head and gazing upward to the ceiling, .
it he expected to see the Angel Gabri
coming down, the colored man, with
great gasp, calculated: "Lo'd bress m,
a banjo" Then arising from his chat
he continued, "Hallelujah! Mas'r, Mi
sus, give me room; cl'ar de way! T..
gwine to show you suffin, l is, and viii
his ears waved, and the smile on his fat
widened out to his ears, and his who
form became as limpsy as dishrag, |
executed a regular old oe.down tn;
would have done credit to any jig-danc
in the land.
WILL LEAvr.-Archy McQuaig, wi
10, ,oo;J,d IN pioohn for oavoro1 ,,aor