Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1890-11-01

- Ah%SIHINSA- NObOhS tAoC
n #EJEeg had occasion
V.HASE%H to call her any
~N other name
~ since her moth
err died, except the man who occa-
sionally brought corn to old Soils
still.
Old Sol was her father and q
''moon.shiner." He was called a
''moon-shiner," because, being an
illicit distiller, he was supposed to
run his still by moonlight to prevent
detection by the rel officers.
But he wasn't a moonshiner in the
strict sense of the word. He didn't
run his distillery by night any 0
than government dist illers did.
There was no need for it.
The still WASH a pit under his own
hut, and the smoke found its way
out of his own chimney.
Subterranean pipes conducted the
water to and from the still, so that
there was little danger of detection.
Besides this there was a small field
of corn about the house, and alto.
gether this seemed to be the last
place a revenue officer would look
for an illicit distilIery.
The vigilance of Leather Breaches
made it doubly safe, for she was
handy with Old Soils rifle and never
feared to use it when the occasion
demanded.
But she was a beauty-Leather
Brooches was.
Her black hair was like silk, and
her beautiful plump flesh shamed the
most luscious peach. Her eyes!
There is a large spring in Western
Georgia which, from its great depth,
is supposed to be bottomless; and
has tluish tin. like the sea. A casua
glance at its surface reveals nothing
uncommon. But gaze steadily
through the pellucid wa ter, deeE
down into the bowels of the earth
and a changing scene presents itself
Variety stones, pebbles, petrifiec
trees, and sparkling crystals rise sue.
cessively to your enchanted vision
Leather Brooches eyes were like this
She was q great help to old Sol anC
a great comfort, too, for when HI
was low spirited she put her arm!
around his neck and kissed him.
and sometimes tcased him to get
him right again.
Often she would say, Pap, I'm
gwine ter marry"
II rather Breeches, he would say
"don't yer think NV it. Their maj
whit gifts yer'll halter whup me first
that's shore. An | amt no SLOUGH
fer I've done up Their hes Nv 'em il
my time"
"Don't get riled, pap; l vas just e
plaguin' nv yer" she could console
Il wouldn't leave yer fer nobody"
One evening Old Sol was chopin,
some pine in front Of the cabin doc
when a well-dressed man with ligh
hair and blue syes approached IN
! observed and stood within a few fec
of him.
Good evening"" said thestrangel
Old Sol Strengthened himself, eye
him critically from head to foot an,
said:
"Howdy."
81 am seeking lodgings for tn
night" said the well-dressed man j
answer to this greeting.
Sol scrutinized him again as before
and after some elaboration n
marked:
"Looks ter me lack l orter kno'
yer"
"You ought" said the strange
, at no Disgrace"
81 remarked" said the strange
l after an awkward pause, that ] wa
a hunting n place to spend the night.
: "And don't yer know Their way?
: said the old man with n foolish gril
: "No-I-the fact as | am a stral
D ger here and don't know any place {
+ 60"
: Dunno where yer wanter go tel
' Wal | sw'ar.
, Leather Brooches tripped out Il
:. door leyeled a long rife at the wei
Il dressed man, and commanded:
s stranger, git!"
The person addressed looking il
y quiringly at Old Sol:
Stranger" said the old ma.
"yer'll halter do it. She's er might