The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1891-09-19
DADDY WEAVER y
He Had Nothing Against the Lord and Hoped
the Lord Had Nothing Against him.


the Lord Had Nothing Against him.
Ii we look about US, we realize how easy
it Is for the novelist to select the characters
for his romance. Imagination has little to
do IN the foundation. of story. 1t is al
ways built upon facts, and imagination is
merely the mortar that cements the super
structure. The introductions and notes of
Sir Walter Scott's works are as interesting
to the reader as the filing up by that mas
ter mechanic OF literature, and then there
is not one of the great authors of fiction
VINO dares to claim for himself the unfdeli-
ty of conception.
Cooper found his Leather Stockings OIL
the banks OF Otsego lake. and he was one
among many OF the children of nature VINO
here lived and died upon this earth
Another OF these has LETT this village
Where for many years he was too well
known and loved, and has gone to his long
home leaving not an enemy behind him.
The little children cried today when they
heard that Daddy Weaver was dead.
sit down, Cap he said to me the other
day. Il want to play one more rubber Of
seven up with you. 1t will be the
last one. Kind o. strange, amt it.
but there must be last one to everything.
would like to get out once more and have
last shot at a deer, but it's impossible"
and he took up his rife to aim at an imagin-
airy buck across the meadow; adding, 'sif
there was one there l should drop him for
sartain." After he had played that last
game, he told his eventful history, prefac-
Ing IT with; II could never make success
out OF anything, for all I've had chances
enough; Tor just as soon as got anything,
some fellow got it away. Tell you what,
the Lord He knows what is best for me.
h,,rol ALI
me through another year, and SO the Lord
don't think it's worth while for me to stay,
and he has given me the dropsy according.
It's al right. Pm seventy-two years old
| and He knows l COULDN'T do much more
hunting, and as to fishing, them dynamiters
nave cleaned out the streams. So what's
the use OF living any longerl Well, said
would like to have killed one more
deer, but I'd a little rrther kill a
dynamiter, for q deer is an inoffensive
| creeter and dynamiter amt" Then he
told US how he came out around the Horn
IN the early tifties, and then the same old
story told by hundreds aud thousands OF
disappointed miners who lived like him for
years on diet of bacon and hope and like
MIN nave died poor, but unlike him died
disappointed. 81 never was disappointed.
he SAID, because 1 knowed if l got to be
rich the money wouldn't do me any good,
and never was so poor that didn't have
gun and ammunition and my fishing
hooks and lines. l never cared for them
fancy rods. Willows are plenty and don't
cost nothin'. 1 hain't got nothin' in the
world to complain of excepting that am
in great deal of pain, and don't suppose
l ought to complain of that, because if 1
didn't have it l mighpnt be SO willin' to
die. My nephew has come on from
Connecticut, and he will take
me to my old home. All 1
want is to get there and to die and be
buried in that soil, for l don't like this
alkali. Pm all ready. Ihaint got nothin'
agin the Almighty and hope he haint got
much sgin me, we shan't QUARREL
We carried him tenderly to the train
where Borrowing friends babe him last
good bye, and as stood upon the platform
at the start grasped the hand he put forth
from the window and heard his last words
''Now Pm going home"
This morning have this postal:
WOODSTOCK, Conn, Sept H..
Uncle died this morning. He stood the Jour
ney better than l had expected. After seeing
his friends he gave up and had no desire to
1--we longer. We made him comfortable while
he was with u.s. He was very grateful and
died in peace.
Som SpPINcs Tda Sant TX n