The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1888-03-31
BIG BEN.
HIS Cruelty to Helpless Boy and
What Game OF It.
Were we afraid Of Big BcnP

Were we afraid of Big Bcnp
Well, yes, to . certain limit. There
were five of us in bit of cabin out in
the silver country, and Big Ben was
boss of the ranch for several reasons.
First and foremost, he was too much
for any one of us single handed. and,
secondly he had many good points
about him. While he was overbearing
and brutal at times. he was the best
miner in the party. and no bad luck
could discourage him. With any one
else as boss we should have scattered
at once. for the winter was coming on
and we had been down on our luck all
the fall.
"Break up! Hunt for luckl" sneered
Big Ben whenever any thing was said
about abandoning our claim. "Well.
you are lot Of Coyotes cussed bad
lot. You haven't got the pluck Of q
sick wolk. I'd like to see some of you
try to walk of and leave me in the
lurch-ycs, would. Curse your eyes!
but TIL turn to and lick the hull crowd
out Of your boots il / hear another
growl."
Big Ben insulted rs dozen times a
day, and on three or four occasions he
laid hands ON us In \ violent way, but
somehow we stuck there. As told
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: Ser yed
him right" 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. He was .
boy Of sixteen or thereabouts. with .
girls voice and shyness. and he was
hungry and in rags. 1t was bitter cold,
and yet his clothing was of the thinnest
kind. and he had hungered 50 long that
he was hardly more than q shadow. /
welcomed and fed and warmed him,
and then he told me that his name was
Charley Bland. and that he had wan
dered out there to look for his brother
James. from whom he had received no
word for two or three years. They
were orphaus, and both had been bound
to farmers in Illinois. Both had been
III used. and Charley had finally fol-
lowed James example in running
away. This boy had been knocking
around the silver camps for six months,
sometimes meeting friends and some
times treated like dog, and he had
found no trace of his brother. Some
one down at the gulch-it was cruel
thing to do-had told him that James
was At our camp. and he had periled
his life to como up there and see. On
that day. as / shall never forget, there
was a foot Of snow on the ground, a
blizzard raging, and the thermometer
marked ten degrees below zero.
The boy was asleep when the men
returned from the shaft Big Ben was
out OF sorts at the way things had been
going, and no sooner did he see and
bear the lad than he called out:
HE can't stay here another hour.
We don't run . poorhouse. and we let
no baby-faced swindler eat our hard
earned provisions. g."
.sI'll work. I'll work as hard as ever
lean" protested the boy with sob in
his throat
There'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 firm stand that
deadly weapons were drawn, and
would have been used but for the 40
tion Of the boy. He was terribly fright
ened over the row he had been the In
nocent cause Of. and as the four of us
had our pistols leveled at Big Ben and
meant to shoot II he moved foot the
boy opened the cabin door and glided
out into the dark and bitter night with
the silence and swiftness Of shadow.
'sYou are his murderer" we said to
Big Ben ~ we lowered our weapons.
and be growled:
Course him! Il We took in every
stragxler we should b. crowded out Of
house and home before Now Years.