Mountain Home bulletin. (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1888-1889, 1888-11-10
A LECTURE nv UNCLE JAKE.


MY eOn, am mOVeu IN sPIttt, anu
a. Joseph Of old when he beheld the
worthy patriarch, his father and the
mighty caravan Of relatives at his
back, hearing down into Egypt, have
lifted up my voice and wept; for truly
have dwelt for time mid the tents
Of the wicked, and the years that have
set the seal Of discretion on my once
noble brow have also given me to
understand how hard it is to refuse
the coveted corn that grows in the
land ruled SO well by political Phar-
oahs. When drouth is abroad in
the land of our choosing, yea it is M
adverse to our common humanity as
it is for the hungry cow u pass by fat
pastures without trying the strength
Of the "fence." The subject my son
over which ] rejoice winch stirs the
hidden chord of feeling that ever vi
brates at the call Of human veal or
woe 10 Of the great strain brought to
beaI on the sons Of Gotham, wherein
they 40 nobly resisted temptation ut
the last great pow Wow, when all her |
cul ure, refinement, brains and bug
fuics" met in the grand wig warm to
place before the people the noble men
who should lead us rs sheep TO the
slaughter" in the forthcoming county
campaign, for truly my son they stood
up in their councils and fought man
fully for division Of honors; they
spoke great words swelling with wis
dom "full OF sound and fury and sig
nifying nothing"
Hear me my son, and learn thereby
how truly noble are the mag nanimous,
for has not the wise sachem Of their
council declared how they in the
spirit Of fairness fought off nomina-
tons and Inns not her sons lifted up
strong voices in protest against all
selfishness firmly believing in the
Jacksonian doctrine "to the victor be-
longs the spoils" and have manfully
drafted for places where the duties
would not become onerous two or
three outside the limits Of Gotham
Yet with an earnest desire for the
public welfare they have not past be-
yond the mental grange" OF Gotham
ties sons but wisely placed those in
the front ranks who dwell in their
midst-for are they not the salt Of the
county and the salt whereby the rest
are truly "pickled?"
r When the g,and sachem of all
Gotham lifts up his melodious voice
in her great councils, let the rest fall
l down and worship; "Aye" even as tn.
l heather casts himself under the fee,
!, Of the "White Elephant" do ye like
wise, for is he not verify the great
white elephant whose tread Is as the
\ rushing Of mighty rivers when the
storm clouds burst on the mountain
heights wherein they find their source
! and whose voice is rs melodious u.
the evening bugle or the friendly cal
OF that noble animal so aptly cal!et
" the mule.
a Give no heed my son il the east an,
/ west enter protest and their voices Al
the sound of "mighty waters" ar
y heard crying, halt, halt, We are full o
all uncleaness We Tribes that dwell b,
r the shores of the river tabled gold
n Behold we will come in the strength
l of our righteous indignation and Ia.
Y your high places waste and YOU
r homes shall be left unto you desolat'
4 and hooking to all those who pas
by and your sons and daughters vii
!. we give to the sword CT justice tina
y shall enter int your hearts cleavin
apart the rotten construction tina
Q hath bound you as in one sheaf. Re
e gard it not my son for their soul
e "hanker" after the flesh pots OF Egyp
8 they are hungry for the corn tina
q hangs golden in Gothamite valley
v with hunger that might no more b
). appeased than the stomach Of hal
;. grown greyhound"
:. Neither shall you lend ear to vail
o babblers when they cry aloud, robbers
: We have throve on our hocks and you
eyes "stick out with fatness," we hav
Il taken the sustenance Of the wido'
It and orphan and have built unto YOU
g selves fine houses and bridges an
A. roads and streets and have left GU
II land naked and in mourning, 20
h have eaten your pledges and stru
:. about your streets caring neither fc
~ people or party SO that ye are slice
4 and comedy clothed in fine linen an
>. scarlet and the rattle Of our har
earned cash is heard in your midst, fo
of old times there was wont to b
70 homer, principle and party and on!
n count your victories by the strengt
a. of your spoils. 1t is vanity my SO
because of that "goneness" that ute
degradation Of spirit that is eager I
find the largest hole in the publ
"cOrncrib.,'
N Verify my son say unto you the,
~ are wanting in "goaheaditaveness
: and they slumber as Rip Van Winkl
n for an hundred years expecting tn
" world to stand still until their ma
hath ended, SO when all things IA
and the fruits OF their harvests hay
r proven as apples Of Sodom, then the
mourn over lost opportunities; my so
1T be we admonished always as the sor
of Gotham that beautious city betwee
D. the high hills whose front Is OF bras
rejecting the rays that scintillat
"a from the beauty and talent of tn
tribes that dwell in her borders eve
!. as the "panthers" eyes CLEAN iron
Nv surrounding darkness. Take oppo
tunity by the forelock and trim you
ne sails for the floods of fortune. Don
my son fold your hands and turn
re your bed as the sluggard, crying,
little more sleep and little MOI
n folding of the hands to sleep. An