The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1891-11-14
Xu.-CONCLUSION.
By BILL NYE Illustrated by W.. Il.
SPRAGUE
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Across the peaceful bosom of the great
plains no sound disturbed the night save
now and then when ut long intervals the
shadowy figure Of a coyote crossed ar
aisle in the sage brush. and opening his
swapping. drooling jaws gave forth that
justly celebrated dietonic scale of his
which is so well calculated to call out
the goose pimples even on the death
mask Of Methuselah.
Even the wind trod softly over the
scorched and withered grass. and the
well fabricated moon stole in and out
among the clouds without Il creak, with
the exception of Bitter creek, of course,
which laved its allali shores in the eter-
nal solitudes, and bleached still whittier,
as the years went by, the snowy bones
OF those who once had sought to invade
this great undertaking establishment of
nature-this petrifed hush Of centuries
But what sound is this that gently
beats upon the tense drum of the listen
er's ear?
The distant jar and gentle palpitations
Of coming train from the west!
Scarcely do we hear this and catch the
yellow twinkle Of u headlight when an
other muffled roar from the east and q
little crawling light growing rapidly out
Of the dusk and distance swallow the
intervening miles, and in a fash the two
screaming, snorting, painting monsters
have met like mail clad giants in q
mighty tournament.
Como to the bridal chamber, Deathi
Come to the mother when she feels
For tho drse time her first boruv breath:
Como when the blessed seals
Which close the pestilence arc broke.
And crowded cities wall it, stroke
Come In Consumptions ghaatly form!
Tho earthquakes shock, tho oceans storm.
Como when the heart beats high and warm
With banquet song and dance and wine.
And thou srt terrible. The tear,
Tho groan, the knell, the pail, tho bier.
And I'll We know or dream or fear
Ofagony art thine
But to the heart, where love Is dead,
And hope 10 kneeling DER its bier
Thy face with Joy Is oversprcad,
! And 70 lights out with bounding tread
, The soul that only Borrowed herA
When Lena awoke with this dull pain
~ LAVA ACtsA 0u0 A0At C&&lu tuut sue WAS
dead. and was almost tickled to death to
think that her sad heart would sorrow
no moro and that Harry was FREQ; but
almost at once came the smell Of hot
v1rnish and the slight suspicion Of I'M
!pverdone porter who ought to be turned
over.
"Great Gawd," she said. a. her breath
came in brief pants. 1.-The car is on fire.
] must 60 away"
To . spectator who might have seen
Tho collision it would have seemed i'm
possible that living thing could come
ont OF this terrible wreck and holocaust:
but ere long venerable apple worm
crawled out OF the cool side Of y nice
eating apple, and seeing that he could
be OF no further use on board the train.
came out Of the car and skunk away in
the darkness
Soon the cheerful car stove begins to
got in its work. and the chaos Of broken
woodwork begins to burn. at first slow
", then, as the swift winds of tho
plains catch it, the red blaze leaps out
and greets the frightened night with q
cackling laugh.
To 60 back to Mr.. Crawford, at Chi
cago with the author is but the work Of
m instant.