The herald., 1894-01-14
PART II-PAGES 9 TO 16.

at tie dinner table. During the course
OF the meal the minister pointed to .
dish that sat in front OF Pruett and said
to Colonel Jack:
my friend. can you reach those to-
matoes ~
"Yes." said Jack. Pulling out $40 and
planking it down on the table. "do you
want to bet can't?''
Notwithstanding his sympathy for the
confederate cause, Col. Gambill WAS
very warm friend of Fighting Joe"
Hooker. One day before he went east,
they were talking together and Hooker
said:
''Of course. colonel. you would nstur-
ally lean to the other side. being q
Southerner yourself?"
ITO be sure" replied Jack, II was
not only born in Tennessee myself. but
my brother Bill WAS wounded at the bat
tie OF Molasses Gap and carried home
300 miles across the mountains in an
avalanche
could 60 on in this way and fill the
entire Sunday edition of the HERALD
with stories OF the burly old Ajax who
now lies prone in death, but the lack of
space forbids. The old man had his
faults like other men, but he wae a man
cruelty, and did not belle the manly
heart that beat below it. He abau-
doned gambling az 6 vocation in 1856
and did not return to it again until his
fortune was exhausted. Aside from tho
hour mill incident above given, he
started two other men in business with
over $4,000 apiece. and both Of them,
in racing parlance. gave him the
double"
The old mans declining years were
full OF poverty, and he was often
crampsd for money. His daughters
death, four years ago, was q great trial
to him, and her islands murder by
policeman, shortly afterwards, in Gold
en- Gate park, was the last drop to full
cup. He lived to see men who were
none his superiors in racing knowledge,
and by no means his equal in integrity,
imported across the continent TO serve
as racing officials, while he walked the
streets with empty pockets. The pro-
cession had left him astern, but he 1t
was who had won the first threc-mile
race ever run on this coast with Lola
Montez, whose racing qualities he had
leased from the father of Mrs. 8. B.
Wolfskill of Santa Monica.
The old lions remains lay in state in
the pioneer hall for two days before
they were borne out to Lone mountain
to rest among the other argonauts who
had fallen earlier in the battle of life.
His fine features, undimmed by sim
gle act of cruelty in all his four score
years. had grown radiant as the hour OF
departure drew near. His face was an
honest one. in spite of the business into
which he drifted in early life, and as it
shone, pure as marble:
's1ts peace no sorrow could destroy;
Its beauty age did spare
The bitter pangs of vanished joy.
The wearying waste of care"
The sightless eyes spoke not word of
the vision beyond the tomb, but the
sealed serenity of the silent face told of
eternal peace and perennial youth with
her he had loved in the days of yore.
Goodbye. faithful friend and brave old
pioneer,
No more shall your step the pheasant start
From his cover at early morn;
Nor the req deer spring from his covert dark
At the sound OF your ringing horn
Hewas loveable companion at the
campfire in the forest solitudes and it
was chiefly as such that knew him.
The fishing rod hangs idle on the deer's
horns over the fireplace, and the rifle
rust5 upon the wall, for the stalwart old
sportsman is laid to rest. He was fond
of the turf-green may it grow above
him. HIDALao,