Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1893-01-10

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"Luno my eyesr
lied my friend toward the corral.
"a fne horse that gray Of yours
said l.
eyes; . splendid fellow-stanch and
true. He viii 20 till he dies."
"In tip top condition too. What do
you call hinr'
"Pumps."
"why Pumps, Why not Pistons' or
Cranksi or Walking Beams' or some
part Of the steam engine that does the
going directlyr
"YOu have got the wrong lew. ]
named him after our old dancing mas
ter. Pumps. tho horse, has favorite
amble, precisely like that skipping walk
that Pumps, the man, used to set rs for
model-a mincing gait that prejudiced
me until saw what q stride he kept for
the time when stride was wanting"
"Here Is my black gentleman. What
do you think OF himY'
Don Fulano trotted mp and licked q
handful OF corn from my hand. Corn
WAS four dollars q bushel. The profits
Of the "Foolonner" mine did not allow
of such luxuries. But old Geirian had
presented me with sack Of II.
Fulano crunched his corn. snorted his
thanks and then snuffed questioningly.
and Rfterward approvingly. about the
stranger.
"Soul AMI body Of Bucephalus!" said
Brent. "There Is quadruped that Is q
horse"
"lsn't her said I. thrilling with pride
for him.
ITO look at such fellow 10 romance.
He Is the most beautiful thing ever
saw"
mo eIceptionsr
"Not one"
"womanl lovely woinani" cried.
with mock enthusiasm.
"If I had ever seen woman to com.
pare with that horse. after her kind. ]
should not be here"
"Where them
"Wherever she was Living for her.
Dying for her" -
Tomorrow 1t was. Having coinrade,
I need not wait for the mail riders.
Lucky that I did not. They came only
three days utter us. But on the Hum.
bolt the Indians met them and Obliged
them to doff the tops OF their heads, a.
10 mark Of respect to Indian civilization.
f. We started. two men and seven an.
finals. Each Of MS had pack mule and
q roadster pony. with spare one. In case
accident should befall either Of his wiry
brethren.
/; Pumps and Fulano. ~ good friends as
their masters. trotted along without hur.
den. We rode them rarely. Only often
enough to remind them how saddle
feels. and that dangling legs are not
frightful. They must be fresh. IL wa
should ever have to run for II. We
might. Indians might cast fanciful
glances ut the tops OF our heads. The
other horses might give out. 80 Pumps.
with his fantastic dancing step that
would not crush q grasshopper. ard
Fulano, grander. prouder. and still IN.
tamabls to any one but me. went on
waiting for their time Of action.
skip the first thousand miles Of our
journey. Not that It was not exciting.
but 1t might be anybody's journey.
Myriads have made II. Il Is an old
story.
Iwill not even delay to describe Utah,
not even for its watermelons' sake,
though that tricolor dainty greatly glad.
dened our dry jaws, as we followed the
valley f-om Box Elder. the northern.
most 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.
ous day OF early October through the
bare deiilrs 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 Lat.
ter-day Saints win an entrance to their
Zion.
We met them In throngs, hard ut work
at such winning. The summer emigra.
ton OF Mormons was beginning to come
In. No one would have admitted their
claim to saintship from their appearance.
n they had no better passport than their
garb. "Avaunt! Procul este profani!"
would have cried any trustworthy jani.
tor Of Zion. Saints, II know them. are
clean-are not ragged. are not even
patched. Their garments renew them.
selves. shed rain like inackintosh, repel
dust. sweeten unavorinesa These sham
saints needed unlimited scouring-per.
sons aud raiment We passed them.
when we could. to windward. Poor
crraturesi We shall zee more Of their kin.
dred anon.
We hastened on. for our way was long
and autumns hospitable days were few.
Just at the foot Of those bare. bulky
mounds OF mountain by which the Wa
sstch range tones of into the great
plains between Il 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.
AMI several horses and mules driven BE-
side for relays
"If Jake chamberlain is tho captain Of
the party" said Brent. when we caught
sight Of them upon the open. ''weu
Join them"
"Who II Jake ShsmberlainY
.Ahappy -go.l lucky fellow whom Ihave
met and recognised al over the world.
He has been . London policeman. He
was pulling stroke oar In the csptain's
gig that took rn~ ashore from dinner
on board tho Firedy. Bhtish steamer, st
the Pireua He has been lay brother
in Carthusian convent Hs married .
pretty girl In Bostou once. went o6 on .
inackerel tnp and when hs came back
the pretty girl had hgamissd. That
made Mormon and polypmist OF him.
Hs came out two Of thrss yssn ago. and.
being = thriv' e fellow. has got to him
pslf lands and bsevss and wives without
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