Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-01-17

SIN tip top condition too. What dc
you call him?"
Pumps"
"Why Pumps? Why not Pistons? or
/ Cranks? or Walking Beams? or some
part Of the steam engine that does the
/ going directly?"
"You have got the wrong clew.
named him after our old dancing mas
ter. Pumps, the horse, has a favorite
amble, precisely like that skipping
walk that Pumps, the man, used to set
/ Us for q mOdel-a mincing gait that pref
/ udiced me until | saw what stride he
| kept for the time when stride was want
ing"
Here ia my black gentleman. What
do you thsnk OF him?"
Don FulauO trotted up and licked a
handful OF corn from my hand. Corn
was four dollars a bushel. The profits
/ OF the "FOolOnner" mine did not-allow
/ OF such luxuries. But old Gerrian had
! presented me with sack Of it.
Fuano crunched his corn, snorted his
thanks and then snuffed questioningly,
and afterward approyingly, about the
I stranger.
soul and body Of Bucephalus" said
Brent. There is a quadruped that is a
| horse"
isn't he?" said 1, thrilling with pride
for him.
ITO look at such fellow is a ro-
nance. He is the most beautiful thing
ever saw"
mo EXCEPTIONS"
mot one"
woman! lovely woman" I cried,
with mock enthusiasm.
If had ever seen a woman to com
pare with that horse, after her kind, l
should not be here"
"WhAre then?"
Wherever she was. Living for her.
Dying for her"
Tomorrow it was. Having a COM
rade, I need not wait for the mail
riders. Lucky that / did not. They
came only three days after us. But on
the Humboldt the Indians met them and
obliged them TO dotf the tops Of their
heads, as a mark of respect TO Indian
civilization.
We started, two men and seven ami
mails. Each Of us had pack mule and
roadster pony, with a spare one, in
case accident should befall either OF his
wiry brethren.
Pumps and Fulano, as good friends as
their masters, trotted along without
burden. We rode them rarely. Only Of
ten enough to remind them how assad-
die feels, and that dangling legs are not
frightful. They must be fresh, If we
should we ever have TO run for it. We
might. indians might cast fanciful
glances at the tops of our heads. The
other horses might give out. So Pumps,
with his fantastic dancing step that
wouln not crush graSshopper, and
Fulano, grander, prOuder, and still I'M
tamable TO any one but me, went on
waiting for their time Of action.
skip the first thousand miles Of our
journey. Not that il was not exciting,
but it might be everybody'S Journey.
Myriads have made it. II is an old
story.
l will not even delay TO describe
Utah, not even for its watermelons'
sake, though that tricolor dainty great
ly gladened our dry jaws, as we followed
the valley from Box Elder, the north
ernmost settlement, to the city Of the
great Salt Lake.
In few days Of repoSe we had eX-
hausted Mormon civilization and, horses
and men fresh and in brave heart, we
rode out Of the modern Mecca one glori-
Gus day of early October through the
bare defileS of the Wasatch mountains,
wall Of Utah on the east. We passed
Echo canyon and the other straight
gates and rough ways through which
the Latter-Day Saints win an entrance
20 their Zion.
We met them in throngs, hard at work
at such winning. The summer emigra-
ton of MormonS were beginning to come
in. No one would have admitted their
claim to SaintShip from their appear
ance. II they had no better passport
than their garb, 'Avaunt! Procul este
profani ~ would have cried any trust
worthy janitOr OF Zion. Saints, If l
know them, are clean-are not ragged,
are not even patched. Their garments
renew themselves, shed rain like mack
intoSh, reDel dust, Sweeten unsavorieS.
These sham saints needed unlimited
scouring-perSOns and raiment. We
passed them, when we could, TO wind
ward. Poor creatures we shall see
more OF their kindred anon.
We fastened on, for our way was long
and autumu'S hospitable days were few.
Just at the foot Of those bare, bulky
mounds Of mountain by which the Wa
Satch range tones of into the great
plains between it and the Rockies, we
overlook the Salt Lake mail party going
eastward. They were travelling eight
or ten men strong, with q four mule
wagon, and several horses and mules
driven beside for relays.
If Jake chamberlain is the captain
OF the party" said Brent, when we
caught sight Of them upon the open,
well join them"
'.Who is Jake Shambsrlsin?"
"A hsppy-go lucky fellow whom l
have met and recognized all over the
world. He has been a London police
man. He was pulling stroke oar in the
captains gig that took me ashore from a
/ dinner on board the Freely, British
| steamer, at the PirRus. He has been 3
/ lay brother in 8 Carthusian convent.
/ He married q pretty girl in Boston once,
went of on a maekerel trip and when
he came back the pretty girl had biga.
mized. That made Mormon and poly.
| gsmist Of him. he came out two OF
three years ago, and, being 3 thriving
fellow, has get to himself lands and
beeves and wives without number. Bid
dulph and staid several days with hin
when We came through In the summer