Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1888-08-28
NOTES BY THE WAYsrDr
GRAHAM, AUG. 25. 1898

many pcOpi
VINO visited Silver Mountain minin
district the past few months, admiriu
the everlasting hills all clothed !;
Verdure green, and commendino III
spirit Oh enterprise then prevailing
that reminded one enthusiastic M.
oi intelligence of the building of tn
Tower of Babel, seeing the man
men engaged in the different work
then in the course of constr,c,;or
Will be surprised at the change tina
mas come DER the spirit of the briph
hopes OF all those who thought tina
the F'ickle Goddess had at last smile,
upon them. The giant mountain
sides present the sere and yellow leaf
cold, frosty nights, and " sense o
goneness" prevails. No longer i
seen the laughing crowd of unem
ployed men carrying the huge dos
salmon to the Gypsie- like camp o.
the boarding houses. Coming from
the saw mill across the peIlucid Boise
river, no camp comes in line of oul
vision, no gay camp of Payetters with
their lasting song of 81 want to &c
back to Kansas when my six-bit con.
tract is DONE" "Yum! yum!"
From place to place on this we Journey oft
Sometimes below, but on Kempner's road
in an air aloft.
AS we wend our way through this
now enslaved, but still interesting
camp, we behold many unfinished
cabins that tend to point out the in
stability of human hopes and expec-
tations.
There indeed stands the macnif-
cent mill, erected in all the pride of
a man who stands at the head of his
profession, complete success. "His
work is done, his laurels won.'
We go on to Main street. There
the same feeling of goneness pre-
sents itself. The unfinished houses,
the deserted saloons, the weary ap-
pearance of Uncle John Banfeld
and the woe-begone expression of
George Hardin, once the life of the
camp, causes US to move on. We
look in vain for Hogan, the notori-
Gus, but, alas. even he does not
''show up" being employed as gen
at the Pollard House. We
look again for our friend, the man
who complained of the callousness of
his tongue, which was easily accounted
for, having licked every piece of
ore on Goat Mountain, Silver Noun
tain and Silver Creek, and finding
from the taste bromide, chloride and
oxide of gold IN all the syenite,
quartzite and granite. Not finding
this gentle zephyr, we lit out" but
upon passing the upper end of Main
street we were hailed by our friend
Gates, who once kept the most fash
ionable restaurant and was consider
ed the caterer of the camp, where all
the epicurians of the place dined at
tables that would have astonished
Lucullus, whose daily dish was of
peacock tongues. He asked if was
going out. | assured him such was
my intention. He said that since he
was boycotted he would have to. He
said since the store had gone into the
liquor trade he had done nothing,
Such, unfortunately, was the fact.
George Washington Costiff appear
ng at the door, inquired of him how
MANY he had for breakfast. "Me
and the old woman" answered Gates.
'Yah, YAH" chuckled George; "you
didn't beat me. l took in six bits
and that boarded me. cook my
own grub"
Gazing at the many unfinished bull
lings as monuments of fond hopes,
eads US to the belief that there is
nothing sure but death and Ben Davis
and his internal IS tax. May he live
to enjoy a life under the national
platform of free trade, that invites
his friends of former years to enjoy
the fruits of American workmen to
the tune of $3O0,000,000 annually.
Consistency, thou art a jewel. Eng
land, proud old England, who claims
the appellation of Christian, who has
to her everlasting disgrace grasped
and bound in tyrannical fetters ev-
ery island within her power, blown
her subjects from the cannon's mouth,
,bed the blood of Waterloo, annihi-
Iated and evicted her Irish subjects
come now and partake of the feast
that is offered you by the great and