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The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1895-01-24

PEGGY-"Was We hearin' that jeanne An
derson's gettin' mairret2" Kirsty-"Stupit
creaturl Hoo is she able tae keep a manr'
ID,nnh
The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1895-01-24

IRAsCIBLE OLD GENT-"Waiter, this plate
is quite cold !" Waiter-''Yes, sir, but the
chop is 'ot, sir, which | think you'll find it'll
warm up the plate nicely, sir."-Tit-Bits.
The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1895-01-24

The Queen & Crescent Route is the hes
equipped and shortest line to Florida. Soil
vestibuled trains and through sleepers.
The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1895-01-24

Two THINGS a woman always jumps at
A conclusion and a mOuse.-Life.
The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1895-01-24

APPLIES have been known to keep
under water for two years
The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1895-01-24

WHEN WRITING TO ADVERTISERS PLEAS
state that you saw the Advertisement In this
paper.
The San Francisco call., 1895-10-13

taken out of the mountain, "is where me
and Buck Cummings worked two years
and starved to death Almost, and just be-
yond the turn two Greasers took out more
money than they could roll up hill"
''Do you mind chap named Fairfield,
used to mine on Sardine Barr" asked the
stranger.
"CHff Fairfield? Well, just do that
He was the young feller that married the
pretty schooimarm from Georgetown.
Know her? Wasn't she a pretty girl?"
ga very pretty girl. "
'sShe was that and as innocent looking as
fawn with the spots on yet. Never in
the world pick her out for one of that
kind. | remember when we all went up
to Cliffs place to the house-warming,
when he brought her to the two-room
shack he put up there in Otter Creek. Say,
that little girl looked like queen that
night. She Just took hold as if she had
been through it all before. She shook
hands with every one of US, and she was
one of those women who when they shake
your hand look right into your eyes and
make you feel as if you were the only one
of the whole roundup she cared a snap of
her finger for. Why, she steadied the
whole lot of US. There weren't many
women about here, and most of them
wouldn't squirm if the whole camp swore
The San Francisco call., 1895-10-13
A TALE OF THE WEST AND A TALE OF THE EAST

or got drunk around the place, but we all
picked her for lady the very start, and
the way the boys behaved was surprise
even to themselves. When we went away
l said to Turk Clough, who dealt faro over
to the Slide, Cliff has made the biggest
strike of anybody in these parts.
"sShe's an angel is what Turk said.
had seen him watching her all evening as
if lie was going to eat her with his eyes,
but I never guessed then that she was
playing right I'D to his game-fact is,
seemed like the other way, but these
women are too deep for any man. Yes
says Turk, she's an angel, and too good
member the night the big dam broke.
That was in 81, wasn't it?"
'No, '50,' said the stranger.
"Well, that was the night they cleared
out. Cliff and the rest of US river boys
was all at the dam trying to stop the
break and save what was below the dam.
We worked all night, and Cliff went home
in the morning and came back hellity-
clatter over the rocks like a crazy man.
"'My wife's gone! he says.
'We all went over to the two-room
cabin, and sure enough it was empty. No
body had slept there the night before, but
just inside the door we found one of those
red silk scarfs Mexicans wear STEAD of a
belt. Turk Clough always rigged up fancy
like that-most of the gamblers did-and
we all knew it was his. Everybody in the
camp except Fairfield knew Turk was
always hanging around the cabin when he
was out at work on his claim, but we
couldn't tell him that then. Just to make
sure some of US went over to the Slide, and
sure enough Turk was gone. He'd taken
all the bank roll and skipped away with
out ever saying word. There were tracks
| of two horses on the trail by Cliffs cabin.
I thought Fairfield would go clean off
when he found out.
"'It's no use cuttin' up SO, my boy, said
Doc Winters to him. She's gone and
you re pretty lucky to get rid of that kind
of woman. and when we grabbed Cliff he
had Winters down and was stamping on
his face. Cliff stayed here quite a spell,
| poking around looking for the girl and
looking for chance to kill anybody that
said his wife had gone with Turk. I guess
he really was crazy then and he was hap
pier believing that way than what the
whole camp knew was the facts. One day
| Cliff struck down river and never came
| back. [ Just wonder what become of the
whole OUTFIT"
"Ain't you heard?" asked the stranger.
The San Francisco call., 1895-10-13

"Cliff Fairfield ran across Turk Clough in
Africa, down in the diamond fields, about
four months ago, and they had it out"
"'I've been looking for you for forty
years, Fairfield said when they met, and
now I've got YOU
"They fought fair and regular sixty feet
for the first shot, and then all rules off.
Fairfield didn't only need one shot. He
got Clough through the body, and down he
went and never got up again"
"And the woman?" asked Newton.
"That's what asked him when he lay
there clawing up the grass and chokin'
with the blood. Where Is she?' said.
"He looked up at me, and I had to stoop
to hear.
"'She's on the '4S trail
''Then the blood bubbled, and he didn It
speak no more
"And ?'' breathlessly questioned Newton.
The two old men had reached turn in
the trail where the ground was freshly
torn up.
"And I've found her."
He pointed to the disturbed sod. There
were some crumbling bones, some long
black hair, and among the dark fragments
the CLEAN of a woman's jewels.
"She didn't elope with Turk Clough.
God bless her. | knew she was true
II jes' knew you was Cliff Fairfield all
the time," lied old Sam Newton.
The San Francisco call., 1895-10-13

carry the biggest buck IN the mountains
four mile before he'd put pot of beans
on the fire to boil"
'Where's he now?"
"Back East They wanted him back
there for something he did before he came
to Mammoth Bar and they took him
lemme see-yes, that was in 81"
Days passed into weeks, and weeks into
months, and still the old stranger worked
on the trail from morning till night and
brought back nothing from his toll.
Once Newton surprised him at work.
Newton denies that the surprise was inten-
tional.
'I was just in the trail accidental" he
says, ''and see him there spading and pick
ing around on the side OF the trail I
thought he might take it was spying on
him so didn't come up, but just watched
him, and as long as | watched him he
| didn't do nothing but prod and shovel
around. He didn't even examine the dirt
he dug up, and says l, crazy for sure
But crazy or sane the old stranger, day
| in and day out, haunted the old trail The
few travellers who passed that way heard
the story from old Newton, and when they
saw the stranger at his absurd prospecting
on the trail they only bade him good day
and passed along.
There are lots OF men with queer fancies
among the stranded fotsam of that tide of
| '49-men who work abandoned mines
which a schoolboy would know were bar
rem, men who talk with specters as they
drill in the bowels of the earth, but as long
as mans delusion interferes with nobody
the mountain men respect it. So nobody
bothered the mysterious old man on the
trail.
Newton grew fond of his companion,
and got into the fashion of walking down
the trail to meet him in the evening, and
as they walked together they talked of
men and days long dead One evening
they met as usual on the trail. Newton
turned to make the climb toward home,
but the other stopped him.
"Jes' walk down the trail with me if it
amt too much trouble" he SAID.
"Well, amt it gettin' pretty well along
to supper time?'
''Mebbe so, but it won't take long"
So together they descended the trail, and
as fold after fold of the skirts of the great
mountain opened to their view and they saw
at last the dashing river, like silver ribbon
fluttering away down in the darkening
canyon, the old times came to them again.
"Right down yonder," said Newton,
pointing to where a great bite had been
The San Francisco call., 1895-10-13

it's coming on night. Suppose you stop
here, and I'll put you on the trail in the
morning"
'If it amt putin you out too much"
The stranger stepped into the cabin with
showed his familiarity with mountain
ways. He had to stop at Newton's or
sleep out, and visitors were not so plenty
at the cabin that old Sam would send one
to sleep in the brush. So the wrinkled
visitor shared the hot bread, the bacon
and the coffee and wiped the tin dishes
his host washed, and when the dishcloth
was rinsed and hung behind the stove to
dry they sat al the door together and
smoked.
Bin here long?" sale. the stranger.
Helped make the AS trail" said
the host, 'and been digging in these
hills and placering in the creek ever since.
First time you've been here?'
mo; 1 mined down on the Mammoth
Bar in '50.'
80? I can't call you to mind. I'm
Newton-Sam Newton"
Guess there amt many people about
here any more?" mused the visitor, ignor.
Nothing but Chinaman washing over
the old tailings down in the creek said
Newton, "but 1 can remember the time
when there was rockers and 'rasters a-go1ng
on every bar from way up on Otter Greek
| to the Sacramento"
They talked of old times and old-timers
until the sun-gifding on the mountain-tops
had gone and the silver of the moonlight
had taken its place. The stranger asked
about this man and that who had delved
and sluiced in the river in the old days,
and Newton told him which were dead and
which were rich, and found that the man
who had come to his cabin out of the sun
set knew them all.
And in the morning they started out to-
gether for the '48 trail. 1t was not far, and
presently they stood On the bluff where
the half-obliterated path plunges down
the rocky gorge, and disappeares among
the powders and the stunte6 pines.
II guess you'll remember the trail" said
Newton 81 goes right down the gulch to
the river"
They looked down the ravine and the
strangers eye lighted on a great dump
that damned the little creek.
II don't mind that dump. 1t wasn't
there in my time"
The San Francisco call., 1895-10-13

ooh, that's the Roaring Oak" answered
Newton.
Buck Cummings claim? Les see; you
and him mined together, wasn't it?"
Eyes; that's what we did," said New
ton, marveling at the others knowledge of
himself. eve mined toge ther on the bar
till Buck took this claim. 1t was the best
claim ever turned out in this country, but
guess poor old Buck wished he never
| found it''
"How's that? ?"
"Ain't you never heard? Buck ran a
| tunnel in there two hundred feet before he
got to gravel-hard cutting the cement on
this mountain, too. When he got in ther e
| something went wrong with blast. When
we found him you couldn't tell it was
Buck Cummings or a sackful of bloody
bones, and all on top of him was quartz
Just lousy with gold. The company that
got hold of it after Buck was killed took
more'n million out of it."
The stranger wagged his head SYM
pathetically and they parted. Newton
went to his work and the other passed out
of sight down the '48 trail
He was back at the cabin at night, how
ever. and Newton asked him in. The
stranger was tired and apparently dis
satisfied.
81 might be here quite SPELL" he said
land I'd like to make arrangements tC
cabin with you ii YOU don't mind"
Long as you a mind to. It's kind O.
lonesome about here and I'm glad of com
pany, specially since you knew me il
them days, but you re a-wasting your time
that grounds been prospected over anc
over again. The lode dips off more thar
two miles from the trail"
''Mebbe So" said the stranger, "but
want to stay here a spell. I'm obliged tt
you for taking me in, but I'd rather pa.
my way. l can do it.''
So it was arranged. The stranger paid
his share Of the small bill from Georgis
Slide, where the -four and bacon cam
from, and old Sam talked much about tn
old times and got few words in return
Every day after that the stranger wen
down the trail. Once when he was late il
returning Newton went down to look 70
him. He saw evidences of his visitors in
dusJry along the path but in all his expe
riences as a placer miner Newton hac
never seen such prospecting as this |
was mere surface scratching-a trench
looked in vain for any miners marks.
"He amt scratched a rock" unused
Newton, "or even busted a chunk o
quartz to see if there was anything insid
of it. All he's doing is to fool around il
the dust. A tenderfoot d know tina
there amt anything there but fine needle
and burs and loose top fxiugs that ha
been blown there and washed there" HI
met the visitor on the trail coming up.
Just thought I'd come down and see i
I couldn't get deer along the TRAIL" liet
Newton.
always was lot of deer about here
Do you mind how Black Peters used t.
massacre them?'
The talk about Black Peters lasted then
back to the cabin and through the dinne
hour. They smiled together over the rec
ollection of Peters leaving pan of dir
half washed at his claim to 90 hunting
HE was that lazy" said Newton, ''hec
The San Francisco call., 1895-10-13

stated that the Manufacturers and Pro-
ducers' Association will certainly send a
delegation to the proposed convention.
This movement of the ship-owners is in
the line of the objects for which the Manu-
facturers' Association was organized.
When the manufacturers convention, out
of which the association was formed, was
held about seven months ago, the COM
plant of the ship-owners as to the heavy
taxes they are subjected to was discussed.
The sentiment of the convention was that
legislative relief should be afforded to the
owners OF vessels and shippers. The pro-
jected convention promises to take
decided steps toward relieving the ship
owners from the burdens they now COM
plain of.
The San Francisco call., 1895-10-13

the floor and her forehead upon them and
saluted her husbands mother as became
her. Buff you will know the truth-in
this safe posture she smiled.
perhaps you are insaneP' her mother
in-law said with naughty asperity.
Nine. Glory smiled again.
"Why do you pray for WARP Speakp
''That Ji-Saburo may come," Glory sat
up de6antly.
ga nation for bastard barbarianl'
EYES," said Glory.
"And what, pray, do you wish of him 2'
'To fight"
The elder laughed harshly.
HE knows not the name''
HE is as brave as any of his ancestors
and they were all samurai," insisted the
girl, doggedly.
The San Francisco call., 1895-10-13

u " VHAT the devil is that old
N Az I chap a-huntin'? Two months
MM and more he's been climb
V V ing up and down that old
trail now, and he don't seem
TO get tired or to give up. He's
grubbed up the ground some, but he
don't bring up no rock, so he amt
prospecting, and nobody but a luna
tic d sashay up and down that trail
every day for two months for pasear.
He seems to have his head on straight,
though, if he don't talk much, but it beats
me what he's looking for on the As trail.
Says he was here when they struck it in
the Rattlesnake in 30, but I don't call
back nobody like him. Anyway, if he was,
what's he come back here again for after
forty years? 1t just beats me-"
Old Sam Newton had bad this talk with
himself many times during the two
months since the stranger came, and his
wondering soliloquy always concluded
with, "It just beats me-"
He might have asked the stranger about
ii, but Newton dates back to the DAYS
when curiosity was counted unhospitable
in the American River country. and,
though forty years had gone by since the
creeks were filed with gold-hunters, the
old man still felt that his guests business
was his own; but Newton was not used to
mysteries, and could not help specializing
about the stranger.
Old Newton was sitting at his cabin door
one evening. His days work was done; j;
the coffee-pot was on the stove; the bacon
was frying, and he was only waiting for
his batch of bread to get brown before sit
ting down to his lonely supper. In the
leisure moment old Newton sat there and
looked over the great canvon of the Ameri-
can and watched the chasm grow dark,
while the sun was still gliding the tops of
the mountains. He had mined there when
the whole western world was grubbing
for gold, and when the tide of treasure
seekers ebbed it left him stranded in his
cabin there high up on the mountain-side
still hunting for the mother lode whence
all the gold OF Mammoth Bar had been
washed. He was just about to try his
bread again when the stranger came-s
tall, strong old man, whose white beard
and whiskers had not taken determination
from his face, and the strangers first
words were:
"Can you put me on the '48 trail, sir? ?''
"Good-evening, said Newton. Sure /
can, but the trail don't go nowheres, and
The San Francisco call., 1895-10-13
sHIP-OWNERs' BURDENS.

Assistance Will Be Given by the Manu-
facturers' Association,
The Ship-owners' Association recently
sent letter to the Manufacturers and
Producers Association and other bodies
requesting that committees of ten be ap-
pointed to meet in convention. The pur-
pose of the meeting is to devise ways and
means to educate the people of this State
to full appreciation of the necessity for
removal by legislation of the heavy bur-
dens now borne by the shipping interests,
The matter of abolishing pilotage fees will
be especially considered.
Assistant Secretary Fred II. Dingle
The San Francisco call., 1895-10-13

ueE DollllCutIdL IC6- Ddtu IH0 u0AG
she slipped out of her futon and took a
position behind the Fusuma close to the
Butsu-dan. And this is what she heard:
"Oh, Shaka! Hail-hail-haiI! Look
down. have brought sacrifice of flowers
and new rice. l am quite clean. l am
shivering with cleanness. Therefore grant
that there may be great and honorable
war"
Nine. Pine-Tree pushed the fusuma
noisily aside. Glory put her hands upon
The San Francisco call., 1895-10-13

7HAT the devil is that old
chap a-huntin'? Two months
and more he's been climb
ing up and down that old
trail now and ba DON'T caaD
The Roanoke daily times. (Roanoke, Va.) 1895-1897, 1895-10-31
~ 9~~y
BILLY EDWARDS A coRBerT PARTISAN

CorDott and Fitzsimmons have como too
far to rcccdc, and they must fight, if need
be, in private for the SEQ 900 stakes, even
If there be not dollar offered in tho way
OF purse. Both principals arc friends of
ninc, and 1 flatter myself 1 know their
styles, methods and qualities pretty thor
oughly. On tho score of that knowledge
venture to give my little prediction. 1 be-
hovo that Corbctt will win, but not until
after hard battle has been fought Fitz
will give him the fight of his life NV
reasons for believing that Corbctt will win
arc these: HD is heavier, taller spccdicr
and "a bit moro clever. In tho long run
these advantages arc bound to tell. Fitz
III ropoSc to DO sure, has little longer
reach than Jim. In action, however, he
has not. even doubt If he has rs long a
reach, for he crouchcs and thus loses CON
Siderable, while jim stands erect and gets
the full benefit of every inch he's got
The talk, too, that Corbctt cannot hit
hard is ridiculous. Fitz, 1 know, is u trc-
mendous punchcr, and that is because ho
gets close to an antagonist. He will hnve
hard work to do that with such u wonder
tul, shifty man us Corbctt. Jim can hit
as hard as anybody when he gets close to
his man, us witness tho way no punched
Mitchell out in . - rounds. AS n rule, no
Keeps away from an adversary until he has
him pretty well jabbcd out, and that is
why his blows seem to lack force.
III Bob forces tho battle, as he says he
VIII, we may expect to SEQ Il sharp, speedy,
vigorous contest as well rs n scientific
one Fitz admit to be mt all times dam
gorous-hc may land that deadly right or
equally dangerous left on n vulnerable
point ut any stage of the gamc-but cx-
poet to sec Corbctt win. Should either
man force tho battle it will be lost and
won inside of ten rounds
In the O'Donnell- Mahcr contest like
O'DonnclPs chances, although Pctcr is a
strong favoritc, and pick Tommy Ryan
to defeat Billy Smith.
The Roanoke daily times. (Roanoke, Va.) 1895-1897, 1895-10-31
T hin ] Children,

The reason why they are thin
is because their food dee net
nourish them. PROBABLY t,le>,
60 not assimilatc enough lat.
cod-liver Oil is the most easily
as1;rl-,-tcd of c,l fats, but in its
natural state it upscts the stom-
ac'l and dcrangcs the digestion.
In SCOTS Emulsion of Cod
liver Oil with Hypophosphites
this difficulty is overcome. It's
half-digested already and is very
palatable. Children Grow fat
on it when all other food fails to
nourish them.
Don't be persuaded 10 accepta substitute!
Scott q Bovine, Y. All Druggists. soc. and ST.
The Roanoke daily times. (Roanoke, Va.) 1895-1897, 1895-10-31
what Is an Edition:

What is an edition? Does it consis: of
1000 volumes or of 800 or 90 or 3:
The word is not q technical term like
gross or dozen" or any like expires
sion bearing fixed numerical sisnifi-
cameo, and there is, of course, no reason
why 1t should not mean anything from
tho lowest TO the highest of these num-
bers, according to tho taste and fancy,
or it may be the tactics, of the particu-
lar publisher who employs it, Only now
that that entcrprising person shows him
self so anxious to keep the public rcgu-
larry Informed as to the sales of the
works issuing from his house it might
be as we'll to come to some understand
ing on this point. We know what is
meant when we read that Miss Ahcnea
Daring's new novel is Sin its twentieth
thousand, whereas the statement that
it is 'in its forty fifth edition, z" conveys
to us simply no information at all.
The Roanoke daily times. (Roanoke, Va.) 1895-1897, 1895-10-31
By 6&1>~~~6
FITZPATRICK ALSO NAMES coRsETT

1t will be either mans baltic until it
has boon lost and won. Corbett has the
advantage in height weight and stiffness
In manual speed ho may he IL bit better
too, but in strength, clevcrness and reach
FitZ is his equal. In hitting powers ho far
surpasscs the Californian If Fitz can
corner Jim and laHd one or two of his tor
rifle slcdgc hammer blows, the Jig is ND
with tho Californian. look, however. to
Corbctts marvellous stiffness to save him
from any of these soporificS. John l.. Sulli-
van could not land ono on Corbctt: neither
could Pctcr jackson. was behind Jack
son the night he met Corhctt and know
how hard s.nI Intellectually he tried to gct
In knockout blow on tho Frisco bank
clerk. Corbctt was then and is now tho
shifticst man l ever saw in MY life. I
don't believe he will meet Fitz half yav,
as he says he will. He can't afford to mix
1t with Fl,z because no cannot hit as
hard I think he will meet Fits on.
slauEhis with straight left hand jabs and
only duck and counter when forced to do
so. expect him to wear Fitz ont by inl.
blnE in about 20 rounds. Fitz however,
is liable To lana Ii knockout hluw.
The Roanoke daily times. (Roanoke, Va.) 1895-1897, 1895-10-31
A FLSTIC SYMPOSIUM.
Famous Pugilistic Sharps Write
Of Corbett and Fitzsirnmons.
CHOYNSKI FAyORs THE FORMER.

He Has Fought Both Men and Is Sure
the Californian VIII Win Billy Ed
wards, Parson Davies and Billy Madden
Are of the Same Opinion-Othcr Views
am thoroughly satisfied that Fitzsim,
MONS and Corbctt will meet in the ring,
10 matter how many southern governors
ISSUE proclamations. Tho kingly sport Of
boxing has lived over 9, 900 years and no
ambitious politician can Kill it now. nm
convinced that Fitz will win tho battle.
have examined both mon stripped. and tho
Australian is the stronger man at the
points wherein ho needs Strength-tbat ia.
ncross tho back, through the chest and
across the shoulders. His back muscles in
decd arc enormous, and it is from these he
derives his tremendous hitting powers. At
TINT point he is rs strong rs John i. Sui
Ivan ever was and far stronger than either
Peter Jackson or James j. Corbctt I
SPEAK from knowledge, for have examined
them all. No other fighter J. ever knew of
had such back or hitting muscles rs Fitz-
simmons and Sullivan. Fitz can hit quite
rs hard as John l.. could in his best days
and twice as hard as Corbctt. Then, too,
no has bit longer reach is quito as clever,
speedy and shifty rs tho Californian, and
with the hitting powers in his favor fig
uro that hc must win. Another thing,
am certain that he is "a ncrvier and u gamer
man. He will fight while breath and senses
remain. Corbctt firmly believe, will quit
when badly punished. have studied both
men and therefore speak unrescrvcdly.