Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1886-03-08
IOM MAINS RIDE.
MONkEl1NG WITH A BICYCLE AND
RUSHING LIKE A ROCKET.
A BnzzinS Whir a Flash and Van.
ish, Then an Eehoing Vail.


as No. Z yesterday, partly to rest,
partly to buy pack and saddle
horse. Among the sights of the town,
lom took in the Bicycle Hall. The
practise was at its hight. Dudes ard
dandies, boys and business men, were
IN full speed, fairly sailing around the
room. Tom looked on in amazement.
Presently one rider checked his speed,
steered to corner and discounted
Tom watched the process, and when
sure the beast was still, very cautious
ly approached.
"Will that beast buck, Mr." he
asked in subdued tone. mo, sir;
gentle as kitten, obedient as a pet
dog" answered the proprietor, with
keen eye to "blz." whats he
WORTH" Zone hundred and ten,
sound in wind and limb, never tires,
costs nothing to keep; get on and try
him." quickly spoke the owner. Tom
got on and tried him. The circuit of
the hall was made in fine style; again
and again the miner swung around
the circle. "He don't buck, costs
nothing to keep, is stout, and stands
without picketing, Mr., it's a go.
Here's the dust: III take him up to
the mine tomorrow. Just corral him
till | call for him. His name is Ma
zepp."
"To-morrow" broke bright and
cold. Cold as only a March morning
in the hills can be. Tom called for
"Mazepp", and carelessly throwing
his grub pack and blankets over his
own shoulders, mounted and sped
away toward Camas at a comfortable
jog. "Things went bully" in the
language of the hills. Camp was
reached in safety; "grub-pile" was
called by the cook. Mazepp stoo
against pitch-pine tree, strong as an
equine Sampson, silent as the great
rocks around him.
81 don't believe that burned thing
can go, in these hills" said Toms
pard. Gle just can, and don't you
forget it," was answered. Doubt led
to contradiction, that to dispute, aud
dispute to bet of a one-half interest
in gold claim.
The two started uphill, Tom
steadily riding before, his pard won
deringly following. HE may go up
hill, but dam if Tom can steer
him down." was the pard's soliloquy.
Tom overheard this. At the summit
he took breath, and quietly looking
upon his pard, remarked that he
would go down to camp, build fire
and have things snug when purd got
down there. He again mounted Ma
zepp, and, with ringing good bye,
old boy" was off. Toms pard has
not seen him or Mazepp since. In
fact, few people have.
Camas is IS miles from Haley
There is a good road, sloping toward
HALEY. This road passes through
town, on to Bellevue, and thehce
southwark, over prairie, 60 miles to
Shoshone city, where the 0. S. /,
machine shops are located.
About noon of the day when Tom
started to snake things snug" in
camp for his pard, teamster, driving
a four-horse wagon. loaded with pro
visions for the Camas mine, heard a
buzzing on the mountain side--only
for an instant AS he looked up a
breath of passing air, like the wave OF
a night birds wing, kissed his cheek,
and on the winds there came floating
back the notes of the mournful wall,
''C!ear the way; we are coming"
Two young ladies at the same
hour, gazing like Narcissus at thei'
shadows in the water, stood on the
bridge that spans Wood river, on the
edge of Haley; they were startled
from their reverie by buzzing, a
wave of wind, a sad voice crying
"Clear the way; we are coming"
A pupil of Mrs. Buffers class was
hurrying to school in HALEY, with a
new lead pencil in her hand. Some
thing famed her off the street, and
bvstanders in wonder heard voice
cry, "Clear the way; we are coming
The town of Bellevue, FIVE miles
away, has large pump, surmounted
nv a clock. Within 30 seconds after
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