The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1891-02-14
A GHOST STORY.
A Tribune Representative
Undergoes q Thrilling
Experience.
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The COLLINS Protection So
ciety Organised.
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Readl Think Reflect! Act
There are times when the most cheer
full persons are subject to fits of me1an-
choly, and when visions of death and
ruin are welcome visitors. 1t is atone
of these times that one likes to take a
)stroll into the graveyard, read the cpl
taphs on the old stones and speculate
on the value of the eight feet of real
estate that he will one day own in his
own right, and wonder which is the
best business corner. In a mood of
this kind TRIBUEE representative
took stroll out to Canyon Hill ceme-
terry, a short time ago, and seating him
self upon decayed grave stone, fell to
musing over questions regarding the
time when he would move up there to
stay and wondering how high rent was,
until the sun sank behind the distant
hills and left the world to darkness
and to me-" 4
Suddenly he was started out of his
reverie by a voice directly behind him
exclaiming Its a darned outrage, any
howl" Quietly dropping behind the
stone he peered over the top and beheld
sight which made his boots come off
and crawl down badger hole. There,
not twenty rods away, was gathering
of some fifty or sixty spooks, and from
indications. seemed to be holding an
indignation meeting. The presiding
officer was an old, wrinkled patriarch,
and in calling the meeting to order he
pulled of his thigh bone and pounded
loudly on his grave stone. 1.-THE object
of this meeting, fellow citizsns," he
said in a deep, ghostly voice, "is to
protest against our present treatment
by the city of Caldwell, and demand
our rights. Has anybody anything to
offer upon the subjectw
A tall, lank, bony indivi dual, who
had been building play houses with his
short ribs, now put his bones together
and slowly arose to his feet, amid
vigorous clapping of bony hands, which
reminded the listener of wagon rum
ming over cobble stone pavement.
Friends, neighbors and fellow citi-
zens," he began, as he tossed headless
neighbor a skull which he had been
using as a cupola to his house, "you all
know that l am not much of a talker,
yet by right of being the oldest inhab-
liant. it is my pivilege to open this ball.
l have lived here for thirty, years, and
the old place is dear to me. Yet my
heart is sad when look around me
and see the changes time has wrought.
l remember when l first moved here.
My friends came first aud selected the
spot and their taste does them honor.
AS you will observe you can from this
spot obtain magnificent view of the
beautiful Boise valley, both above and
uhtlow the canyon. Here is perpetual
t1nshine, and our houses are dry and
free from moisture. l was much
pleased with my new home, and as
friends all promised to join me, rested
contentedly. by and by some of my
old acquaintances became tired of the
old home, and came to live near me.
We were very happy. We had no care,
no trouble, no grief, and death was one
continual round of pleasure. More
and more immigrants kept arriving
and we soon had nice, peaceful settle.
ment. Then the friends we had left
ut home thought they would do some.
thing for us, and ut n great expense
they enclosed our settlement with a
handsome picket fence. They We're
what people term old moss backs,
which did this, mind you, and in those
days picket fences came high. But they
knew we wanted protection from row.
ing bands Of stock, ETC., and rs we had
not u dog in the settlement, they built
us the fence, ut quite an expense for
those times. WE'LL time rolled on and
the railroad came through and people,
who called themselves civilized; enter.
prising and progressive began to make
homes among the moss backs At
arst we admired them, and we admire