Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1894-03-07
HAWTHORNE, EsMERALDA COUNTY, NEVADA MARCH = 1894

along without you? Think of the number
OF women and children to be provided for
The men left behind are too old and the
boys too young to be depended on
1'ze recommembrin all dat, mstis, but
knows what it is for Il man an wife to be
sipperated. Oh, mistisl de days all lone
some aud de nights year long 'Tain't
no sunshine for Albut here nor nowhar.
Hits all dark shadder an de moonshine
don't nigh tech Albut. No, mistis, hits
all trial an tribberlashins. Lemme go,
please, mistis Let Jake stay wild hees
wife, plead the earnest voice, half choked
by sobs
"'unk Albert called my little sister,
going to his side, would you really 20
away to save Jake from goingr
eyes, honey he replied, his sorrowful
eyes lighting up with pleasant expires
sion as with his great black hand he
stroked her sunny curls Yes, honey.
Unk Albut amt got muffin Z stay here fer
Jake got hees wife, Honey, AK yer mud
der T. let ole Albut 60
Use your own pleasure, Albert. at last
consented my mother.
"'De Lawd bress mistisr he cried as he
FASTENED to the quarters.
Gabe, waving his hat us he leaned on his
crutch. ~
'"They left us that afternoon, 100 tall
strong sons of Ham, of varying ages, from
twenty to forty-ive years.
Albert, said my mother, i must tell
you before you go that in Shreveport men
die at the rate of fifty day often the
death rate is greater; the fever is terrible
'She looked up into his face hoping by
this last appeal to discourage his going.
Kahn hep it, mistis; spec hits bout
es nigh route to hebbin by Shrebepote as
as hit air by dis plantashn. Albut an't
keerin, mistis, kaze de big gates up yam
der's wide open waitin fer Albut an Lawd
Rachel's er standin jes' inside.
'BoysP' he cried, turning to the multi
tude assembled under the oaks ON the
lawn. Boys, mind mistis an do right an
be bidderble. Be homes, boys, but don't
go to cuttin up no disregyardable capers
an pranks. Jes whirl in an up and make
de crap fer mistis. Nebber mine de cotton
but ten de Gavin; plow deep, boys, and
don't let de grass git de upper hand o. de
crap
"'Move OH therel Move on. boysp com
manded the conscript officer.
"'Goodby, mistis. Far'well, chillun.
cried Albert 'Gawd bress mistisp
"'Gawd bress mistisl' cried chorus of
a hundred voices as they marched away.
"In those turbulent times there were no
established mail routes in our coIitry; in
deed, the receipt of letter WAS quite an
event. For two months we heard nothing
of our men; then one ran away from
Shreveport and came home more dead than
alive. OF the hundred who had gone from
our plantation twenty-five had died. Al
bert had been detailed on hospital duty.
and before another month had passed he,
too, had given up the burden of life. Good.
faithful Albertl Though he lives neither
in song nor story, his was rs grand hero
ism as was ever recorded. His Rachel
waited just within the big white gate,
and waited not in vain" Mrs. Gray had
''tears in her voice" as she concluded her
pathetic story.
1--WE brush the skirts of martyrs and
tread the path with heroes and are all un
mindful; but God noteth all and will re
ward as surely as the day followeth dark
night reverently spoke the white haired
rector. as we sat silent and thoughtful
"And it's just as near heaven by way of
Silvasdale as home," murmured the in
valid, folding her light wrap closer about
her.
The great umbrellas of the elders, white
and tender, quivered in the sunlight above
the pale forehead, and the blossoms per
meated the balmy air with delicate,
grateful fragrance. Thickets of the slen
der goldenrod and a wild rose twined
about an old stump as if to convert their
sweetness and beauty into mantle of
charity to hide it's decaying strength and
sightliness.
Looking up through the shimmering
leaves above into the pure sapphire dome
beyond, l thought of the hero who gave
his life for his friend. After his ''lone
some days" and weary nights he reached
the haven.
"And God shall wipe away all tears
from their eyes," softly quoted the rec
tor, as if following the drift of my
thoughts. "And there shall be no more
death, neither sorrow nor crying; neither
neither shall their be any more pain, for
the former things have passed away
Arkansaw Traveller