The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1888-02-01
BIG BEN AND CHARLEY.
Were we afraid of Big Ben ?

Were we afraid of Big Benz
Well, yes, to certain limit. Their,
were five of us in a bit of cabin out in
the silver country, and Big Ben wa.
boss of the ranch for several reasons
First and foremost, he was too mucl
for any one of us single handed, and
secondly, he had many good point,
about him. While he was overbearina
and brutal at times, he was the best
miner in the party, and no bad luck
could d scourage him. With any one
else as boss we should have scattered al
once, for the winter was coming on and
we had been down on our luck all the
all.
''Break up9 Hunt for luckln sneered
Big Ben whenever anything was said
about abandoning our claim. "Well.
you are lot OF coyotes-a cussed bad
lot. You haven't got the pluck of a
sick wolf. I'd like to see some of YOU
walk off and leave me in the lurch, yes, ]
would. I'll turn to aud lick the hull
crowd out of your boots If hear another
growl.
Big Ben insulted us dozen times a
day, and on three or four occasions he
laid hands on us in yoilent way, but
somehow we stuck there. As Itold you,
he was practical miner, the hardest
worker in the lot, and we leaned on him
in spite of the fact that we hated him.
We could have shot him down in some
of the quarrels, and the verdict would
have been; "Seryed him rightw but we
knew that he had good heart down in
his bosom, and the hand which clutched
knife or pistol was ALWAYS restrained.
One afternoon, while / was minding
the cabin and the other men were at
work in the tunnel or shaft, stranger
entered. He had come up from the
Forks, three miles away. lie was boy
ot sixteen or thereabouts, with a girls
voice and shyness, and he was hungry
and in rags. Ii was bitter cold, and vet
his clothing was of the thinnest kind,
and he had hungered so long that he was
hardly more than shadow. welcomed
and fed and warmed him, and then he
told me that his name was Charley
Bland, and that he had wandered out
there to look for his brother James, from
whom he had received no word for two
or three years. They were orphans, and
both had been bound to farmers in Hi
hSiSs l'Olh Dttu Ill uSetl, ana
Charley had finally followed James's ex-
ample in running away. This boy had
been knocking around the silver camps
for six months, sometimes meeting
friends and sometimes treated like dog,
and he had found no trace of his
brother Some one down at the gulch-
II was a cruel thing to do-had told him
that James was at our camp, and he had
periled his life to come up there and see.
On that day, as l shall never forget,
there was foot of snow on the ground,
a blizzard raging, and the thermometer
marked ten degrees below zero.
The boy was asleep when the men re-
turned from the shaft. Big Ben was
out of sorts at the way things had been
going, and no sooner did he see and hear
the lad than he called out:
ale can't stay here another hour. We
don't run a poor-house, and we let no
baby-faced swindler eat our hard-earned
provisions.
'Ill work. I'll work as hard as ever
| cam" protested the boy with a sob in
his throat
"rhere S no work for you. You've got
to move on to the camp above
The four of us protested in chorus,
and we took such a firm stand that
deadly weapons were drawn, and would
have been used but for the action of the
boy. He was terribly frightened over
the row he had been the innocent cause
of, and as the four of us had our pistols
leyeled at Big Ben, and meant TO shoot if
he moved foot, the boy opened the
cabin door and glided out into the dark
and bitter night with the silence and
swiftness of a shadow.
''lou are his murderer ~ we said to
Big Ben, as we lowered our weapons,
and he growled;
"If we took in every straggler we
should be crowded out of house and
home before New Years. What is it TO
us whether he lives or dies "
| think he felt conscience stricken
within the hour, however, as he went to
the door and acted as if he hoped to see
the lad standing outside. The boy had
been gone half an hour before we fully
realized what his going meant, and then
two of us went out with the lantern and
searched and called for him. The snow
was being whirled about in a furious
manner, and the wind was rising TO a
gale, and the bitter cold drove us back
after a quarter of an hour. 1t was true
that we had little enough to eat, and
that we were cramped in our cabin, but
the idea of driving that pale-faced
orphan boy out TO freeze was something