The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1893-02-19
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the door. and little children crle5 - they
were trampied and crushed.
Itwas then that came upon the stage,
and kicking aside the heiotropes and
tuberoses with which the stage had been
ehowered on my former appearance, and
tossing back my HAIR burst forth into
song.
sang "Oh. Bury Me Not in the Deep,
Deep Sea" till there was GREATNESS silence,
and people came back to their seats In
wonder and amazement Even the ire
company came back and listened to 1t
while the fire went out.
Last month we visited Kentucky for
short time. 1t was during the cold spell
which surprised and astonish ed one and
all. The Kentucky hotels are not made
generally for Siberian weather. and We got
very little biubber in the bill OF fare. but
every landlord did the best he could. 1t
il not possible. though, to war m large
watch pocket grateful of coal. You might
as well Ii re q bottle Of koumiss into the
heart of snow man aud expect to get up
healthy glow.
Our entire troop and the business man.
ager slept in the same room at hotel IN
West Virginia. and st Z55 q. M we arose.
picked out our different clothes, put them
on and walked across the kanawha river
on an elevated iron bridge.
Oh, how cold it vast The wind cut like
knife. How cold the sky looked "Shall
perish here aione?" / asked myself, but
could get no reply, only a low moan. The
moon came out. but seemed to retire that
il might n OF see my suffering.
/ was so cold that the vertebra Of my
nose cracked when / tried to rub it into
life. Frost formed on my spectacles so
that could not see. Now and then
could see the light of Q happy home where
the husband had just returned from his
work at that early hour staggering. for he
was trying to support jag instead OF
those who loved him. Then frost would
obscure my vision as my breath lat ON my
glasses.
"My patiencei" / exclaimed with an
agonized shrek: "must | freeze here in
the South aud be found here by strang-
ers?"
The train was an hour late. Eight COL
ored men. who were fully the equals OF
the white man in inteilect--if you will let
me pick the white man-were siumbering
in the waiting room One of them sum-
bered like croupy elephant. HIS shirt
was open, and could see his dark throat
where IL fastened on his massive trunk.
could also see his trunk.
He had a home near by, but he would
not 20 to it. He had been told many
times To go there. but he still loafed and
sept in the waiting room. Now and then
the agent would go Gu. and get coal
Sfoop litt oi suoN Edt ~ III vic WI
ored mans trunk. 1t did not crack the
SNOW When he woke IN he would get on
his feet let the snow fail out at the lower
end Of his trousers legs. and then he
would seek much needed rest. A healthy
coiored man is not easily irritated. The
agent did this several times but the man
did not say anything. even when he went
to sleep with his mouth aJar and kind
friends put an icicle in it.
At Paris, KY. We found Col. Craddock.
He is unmarried. but would be glad to
hear from those who want n good home
and belong to an entirely different sex.
He is the editor of the kentuckidn and
Citizen, published in Paris, Bourbon
county, Ky. He does not tell his age, but
Is very active indeed. though he re-
members very we'll about Daniel Boone.
and has often been in swimming with
him.
Daniel Boone was not so good An Off
hand speaker as Henry Clay, but used to
kill Indians in defiance of the game laws
Of Kentucky up to the time OF his death.