Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1890-04-16

| TdE SUlL OF OLE tlhGlNNY BOOMS, BLESs
| YE, 'sAH-TOwN LOTS SELLING BY THE
INCH-BANKs, RAILROADS AND HOTELS
FLING THEIR BANNERS TO THE BREEZE
GREAT EXCITEMENT OVER THE COMING
WEALTH OF GoLCONDA.
| Special correspondence of The State.
| BOOMERANGBURG CHnCKTAwANA, Apri
| 1, 1890. -Boomerangburg! Where's that
Go and see! I6 locks broad and expansive
on the map.
How far are we from Boomerangbures
"Right yoDdah, Boss. De buss meas dyah.
The "buss'' was the skeleton of what
seemed to have been once an army ambu
lance and which was now rattling its bones
over the county road that leads to Boom
eraugburg. ''Whoa," and the mules come
to halt. "Winsir Hotel, Boss. Dis way
to Filth Avynoo," is cried out in lusty tones
by two sable attendants in tatters with
metal bands on their caps, which bear the
translation of their thick and gurgling ut
terances. 'Fith Avynoo. Dis de ole LII BILE
house. Kunnel Sinson keep it. He's
quality. He know how ter keep it,
"Winsr, dat's hit. Yoo peen stie. Dat
what' The door of the "Winsir" lay
nearest and n we went. Bnt before we
did we gszed around upon the rugged bill.
side with its barren surface spreading as
far as eye could reach. There were two
Observation-Disclosures, ah save the mark. One
long plank shanty with tin roof-''the
Filth Avypoo'' and the other an old-fash-
ioned log house, iron-gray with age, ''de
Winsir. sah." The host Of the latter
made his appearance with bald head and
fringe of grizzly hair under his chin," but
| IL. l,,, ra1 ,fr1r1 10 r..
and right CHEEKY tone when he said,
bife." "What is that soun6?'' I asked, as
heard boom, boom, boom laundering in
the air. Oh, that's the boom he replied
with smile. The real estate agents
brought musicianer with them. He's got
big drum and booms the land sales for
| 'em every cay.
| This was novel instance surely of the
literal boom, but I was content to be
charmed by the music till SO long as the
booming would last and the head not break
in. Just then there ratified round bend
in the road swift procession of single
buggies and spanking nags. What's that,
I said. "Oh, that's the grand entry and
daily parade of the real estate agents. They
haven't got any houses yot to live in or to
sell, but they are just tent;ng on the old
camp ground and sleeping under the little,
red wagon. Are they busy? Oh, yes
They are fine carvers and are busy all day
sliciug the red pie of this old mountain
and selling it off piece by piece. They are
not roubled with large wardrobes, and the
outfit of most of them is pack of business
cards, with reversible pictures of diamonds
and spades, which are the trade marks oi
We ealth and labor in these diggipgs. They
wear Dunlap hats and diamond rings anc
the pins iu their shirt-fron look like loco
motive headlights, casting warning tc
clear the track. They are fine singers, too
and they have chorus that can beat the
minstres. Their favorite song is, "Oh
save Ee piece of the golden fleece" AnC
they get it, too.
You see that little place that looks like 6
church with a cupola on top? Well, that's
in that sparklin', frothy creek gets rid oi
all the pain and misery in bis limbs
Yondah wha' you see that smoke curlin'
they are grindin' out silver dollars by the
bar'l, and you can go over into that straw
berry bed ard pick gold dollars off the
plants by the peck. The people here who
own lots won't eat off nothing but gold
and silver, and they says as how they
sNeeteu their liquor with pearls.
Oh, hurt my feet. What is this l STUN
bled over? Why, that is ore LIS just full
of gold, silver and diamonds, and pearls,
aud amethysts and all sorts of things. The
preacher was talking about it last Sunday
aud the people that go to church up here
/, won't hear anything else. They don't
want to hear about nothing but precious
stones, and they won't pay for nothin' else.
What is this hog-path, and where does it
go to2 Oh, that is the bullyVard and this
street crossing it is Lafayette avenoo and
over yonder where you see that jug O.
mooDshine settin' on a box, thar is the pes
tai for the Ben Butler monument. 1t looks
little shaky, just like old Ben hisself.
"Do you own any land here ?" the ge-
NAL host was asked. ''In cose do,' was
the reply 'How much is your tract and
what is it worth p "Well, got about
acres, but Lawd knows what it's worth. We
was selin' it by the front foot, but we're
gettin' it down to inches now. guess I'll
have enough to buy out old Vanderbilt and
dress my wife in lindsay woolsy the rest CT
heer days. Them real estaters calculate
on being worth pretty soon hundred mil.
lion piece. They'se mighty sharp crowd,
and they'll be rich some day if they don't
cut one another's beads off. "What's that
land over yondor worth ?" ooh. that amt
for sale They're going to build the Grand
Central depot, here, and over yOnder we re
going to have the Grand Opera House,
with waole lot o. furriners tootin' and
bangin' from mornin' till night, hee hee
Down yondah bout hundred yards in the
holier, Uncle Sam is going to pitch tent.
It'll be tbe postoff1ce and Internal revenoo
house, and it'll cost millions O. dollars. You
see that swamp youdah. Well, that's the
river an harbo improvement, and prepara-
tions is been made to make that stream
deep enough for big f1ghtn' ships to git up
he 9. They're spendin' heaps o. money 10
putin fish in thar, too. There's nothin'
ther, but minuys now. Bnt reckon we'll
have whales for the next bobbycue, when
Capt Jim Snifles runs for Congress, hee,
hee, hee." "What is that wooden box over
there with six padocks on it ?" 'Oh that's
the National Bank of Boomerangburg.
Bill Jack Ayvers is the President aud Tom
my Gilpin cashier.
Judge Coke-ore-L e-Little-ton-mark the SOL
id aud compact metallic mineral significance
of the name-all raw material yard wide.
He is engaged in extending old fashioned
Virginia hospitality to northern capital
ist, shaking hands across the bloody chasm
ana blessing him as he welcomes him at
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royal estate of Sedge Field, on the banks
of the beautiful Lake Opossum, along
whose banks the red man pursued the fu-
rious mosquito and shed his scalp to cover
the aching void of some future bald-headed
Virginia farmer.
The judge is of noble descent, being de-
scended paternally from the Pats of Oyster
Pattie and materially from the Kid Gloves
| cousins by marriage Of the late lamented
Captain William Kidd. He was once a
prince in wealth-a centurian, which i, the
absolute owDer OF one hundred swarthy
slaves. All is gone now but his honah.
His honah, sab, whcn he is prepared even
now to defend with the delcacy of the hair
| trigger.
He is a porterly looking gentleman. His
corperosity resembles globe of the earth,
and the Judge is said to have made such a
close study Of the territory of Boomerang
burg that the globe is tatooed all over with
red lines of denarcation, the whole mass
having been expelled from the system of