Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1886-01-02
COMO LETTER.
POny's Christmas-COmO is Out =
plum Duff"
COMO, Dec. 25th, 1855.

COMO, Dec. 25th, 1855.
Without all is cold and cheerless,
through the branches OF the pines the
cold wind sweeps with dreary, mourn.
full sound, and the rain patters dismally
against the windows; yet am not par
ticularly unhappy. On the contrary,
though nearly IL o'clock, the time
when the graves are supposed to yawn
and give up their occupants for time,
feel just like having a good chat with
some one, hut there being nobody to
ask or answer questions, am forced to
take it out in making believe that l am
chatting with the readers of the TINES.
Does any reader ask why feel so jub.
liant while all without seems so dreary
and depressing? My answer is, my
undated, unabridged and unlimited
confidence in the old camp. Yes, after
waiting for more than score Of years
as patiently as | might, hopeing against
hope, and fighting against fate, the
dawn is breaking, and my prophecies Of
the past are about to be fulfilled.
"When Como comes OUT" has been the
byword for almost quarter of cen.
fury. That by-word is applicable no
longer, Como has come out, and come
to stay. Whether your correspondent
has been benefited pecuniarily, is
| question only to be answered in the fu-
ture, but that his confidence has not
been misplaced, nor his prophecies I'M
fulfilled, is to him present, patent and
very pleasant fact. There is another
little incident that 10 a sybarilical cpl
cure like myself is very pleasing, it is
nothing less than an invitation to dine
to morrow-Chrisl's natal day-wth my
friends, Tom and Harry Hill, at Como.
That the dinner will be a success there
can hardly be doubt, as they hail from
a country where everything is green on
Christmas day, save the holly berries,
which are red
Twenty. four hours later.
Christmas night-Well, | sampled
that dinner TO day, and do not hesitate
to pronounce it perfect success. Harry
and | presided over the culinary depart
ment save IN the matter OF the old Eng.
lish plum pudding, that we left to Tom,
who, Harry said, remembered just how
his mother used TO make them 50 years
ago-or less. 1t is, perhaps, hardly
necessary to say that Toms memory
did not fail him. Harry said he had
been boiling it off and on for a week,
and | confess that from the account of
its intermittent cooking, was little
suspicious of the ultimate result-was
afraid it might resemble one made by
neighbor OF mine on one Thanksgiving
day several years ago, at whose table
had the honor Of being guest. Mine
host was a tenderfoot, and not strong
on the eai5ne, and his pot being small
and his pudding very large-the bag
being some half yard in length--he
could only boil one enl at time, turn
ing ends with it at intervals. Now, l
am not given 10 finding fault when a
guest at friend S table, and not only
say that that pudding, strictly speaking
was far from being success gastronom
ically. Toms was, however, and when
he placed it proudly and very tenderly
on the table, | surveyed it with a criti
cal eye trying TO find at which end or
side the plums would be likely to settle,
when Tom remarked tina, it made no
difference where you struck it, FOR itwa 5
full of them. And so we found it.
Cut it where we would, the luscious
plums would roll out, seemingly invit
ing US to taste them, and they did not
ask in vain. Pony.