The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1890-01-11
COMMUNICATION.
PAHRANAGAT VALLEY, Dec. 90, 1889.

gobble round our house gobleth no more
for we gobbled him up ON Xmas day,
giving him good send off with cram
berry sauce and other things too numer-
GUS to mention. 1t was quiet family
party, the only drawback being that the
eldest daughter and her husband wasn't
present, but I suppose they had tur.
key of their own, and friends to help
'em to eat it.
As it's usual to mention how people
was dressed, I'll state that mother put on
a black silk that hadn't seen day light
for twenty years, and which she told us
belonged to her mother before; conse-
quently the waist is so Inear the neck
there's no fun in it.
Dad had blue swallow.tailed coat
with brass buttons, none of us ever be.
held before or lbehind, but it was good
match for mothers outfit. OF course the
twins came out in their 1verdy on tick
dresses, decorated with red and yallow
artificial roses, which kind of livened
'em up.
Poor little Bets turnout was kind of
hidden by an old lace collar of mothers,
which completely covered her neck and
shoulders. Dad said she put him in
mind of portrait he'd seen of lady of
his great-great ancestors Carl William
Baron Won Schmits family, and he
thought in the course of time, his little
girl would be just as handsome
Bob was in full dress too, that is to
say, his hands was, they being done up
in clean linen rags, and he has concluded
to let coal oil cans alone for the future.
During the evening we played round
game called Seminal, or the White
Horse, and l busted the bank, raking in
hull dollar. I'm going to invest in the
Louisiana for January, as I might get
left on my ticket for the present month.
l afterward contributed the following
beautiful romance which pleased every
one but dad as he knowed it was rap at
him for his failure to connect on his last
mining speculation.
AIMING ROMANCE.
A man stood by great black hole,
| A rope was in his hand,
| And soon he pulled bucket up,
Twas full of rock and sand
l asked him what his business was,
| He looked and gave smile,
Says he "you must be awful green, =
I'll surely make my pile"
wondered what the pile would be,
| What good was all that dirt?
He told me must be a fool
10 leave my mothers skirt.
| He took pan from iron made,
And filed it to the brim,
And calld me to the water side,
His face looked dark and grim.
lie turned it round and round while
And scratched the dirt about
Then all at once he bob'd his head
And gave dreadful shout.
My friend, what have you in that pan?
AT which he winked and squirmed;
Says he, "I've got five cents in gold,
have, or I'll be durn'd."
"My fortunes made, there's no mistake
I'll never quit this spot,
OH partner, climb our prospect hole,
And see what have got"
With eyes bulg'd out, and hair on end,
They shook me by the hand,
And said that we must have spree,
The liquor they would stand.
The next time that l saw my friend,
His hair had turned gray,
But still he stood by his prospect hole,
, The same old fashioned way.
, And there he stay'd till he starved to
death,
No further gold was seen,
30 they rolPd him into his prospect
hole,
See that his graves kept green.
Getting through with the above, we
finally wound up with music. Bob
playing an air from the Makeadoor on
his mouth organ, accompanied by Jim,
Jim had tough game with his fiddle, as
two strings was wanting, which kind Of
spoiled the music; but everything went
OFT well considering, even to the hot
spiced cider.
The twins Gang dot, called "What
are the wild waves giving us?
Mother turned loose on ''When We