Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1888-08-28


the utmost Importance. Our welfare
is at stake, aud any party that courts
the favor of foreign powers is dan.
gerous. No Irislman can with love
Oh MS country at heart support an,
man who asks the British to take the
benefit of his labor. Out on such q
party that cares nothing for the peo.
Pile. All they want is the power
The people can dance and paw the
hddler. But they will eat the sup
per.
charley, you must excuse the space
and must hasten on. Biddino
adieu, we hit the road, which, by the
way, is undoubtedly the worst on the
American continent, and we're it in
any other place except the Gem OF
the Mountains, the laws for the pre-
ventlon of cruelty to animals would
be enforced, and the Mormon Bishop
who accepted the road would be i'm
prisoned.
Coming up Silver creek we pass
the house of the gentlemanly and
courteous DR.. Southworth, gentle
man of the old school, whose hospi-
tality is only exceeded by his good
looks. We climb now, we crawl,
but will get there, on top. To right the
Sawtooth range, under our feet park.
The scenery here is wonderful.
Range after range, towering heaven
ward; the air is bracing and we feel
rested and move on around the Horse
shoe and down the grade. Halt. We
see Adonis mounted on the hurricane
deck of wild, unterrifed cayuse.
whose loud breathing and gigantic
efforts remind US of the Idaho Cen
tral railroad endeavoring to cross into
Boise City. We gaze with admira-
ton at Adonis, whose pale cast of
countenance denotes intense suffering.
His first inquiry is for " Wasser how
far" We told him. He said, "Vell.'
Taking our eyes from the fair and
fragile Adolph-Adonis, l meant
see slowly with majestic step trio of
the muses., approaching, Venus lead
ing the van. Her features are con-
cealed by the dark parasol that pre-
vented the suns rays from striking
her bright face, but oh! such a tired
look. The many beauties of nature
are scorned by the expression on that
bright face. Distance lends enchant-
ment to the view. The condition of
that white cambria handkerchief
proves the grade. Diana is second
IN the column. How her black ewes
snap and flash as she looks for the
top of the everlasting mountain, a
visible look upon her of :" want to go
home.' Cleopatra is tired, a woe
begone look of utter disgust has dis
turbed her serene and placid brow;
persplration has caused a renewal of
life in the fast whitening herbage
where the column passed.
Far down the grade we behold the
commissary in charge of Solon, drawn
by Bucephalus and Oricola, whose
gigantic efforts to propel that chariot
to the top are unexcelled by any of
ancient times, not even by Hamlin
when he crossed the Alps. We ap-
proach. Solon with his gray locks
disturbed by the gentle wind that
Genes gayly down from the mountain
top, mopping gallon or more of
sweat from his face, inquired in Ian
SudSe energetic, HOW lar, sir, TO
the top?' Upon being informed,
Scion put on look of Vulcan.
Casting an endearing look upon the
partner of his joys, but now woes and
"whoas," with a determination to
conquer or die, he seized the reins,
bade US good-day. Oh! how our
heart went out to that patient lady
who sat by the side of Solon. That
she should bear the intolerable heat,
the Inconvenience of camp life for
the sake of Solon, proved that love
is the noblest gift that God has given
to man alone beneath the heaven.