The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-05-14
HE is RIGHT.


We are upon the eve Of another nat
ional election which promises to be the
most exciting political campaign in the his
tory of our nation; the results Of which will
effect all, personally, directly and indirectly.
Friend and foe are rapidly DOMINIC their ha-
biliments Of war and nefarious schemes OF
every description are being employed, the
old game Of the Spider and the Fly" Is
being rehearsed with unusual activity, while
every sort of bait and allurement is thrown
out to the unsuspecting ay. Expert fisher
men from Michigan's placid waters to Mata-
gorda's ebbing tide have cast hook and line
into the political waters Of our land and are
attempting TO still its tumnltous waves by
pouring upon its crest the oil Of deception.
The great phitheater-STRATEGY has
been thrown open and workmen are fast at
work smoothing the track Of public opin.
ion." The two great political parties have
become jugglers, tumblers, tricksters and
expert equestrians. Like the chameleon,
which changes its hue with every turn Of
its BODY, so are the two great political part
les Of to-day. JefTersonian doctrine has be.
come Washingtonian, and Washingtonan
Jeffersonian.
The East has joined heart and hand with
England, and now the EAGLE has built its
nest beneath the LIONS shaggy name. Eng.
lands greed must be satisfied with the toll
of Americas strong arm, and the sturdy
yosmRnry of the great Mississippi valley
must aecede to domineering Englands de.
demands So strongly is the East allied
with British rule that the South and West
must answer her every call and pay tribute
to English Caesars.
SILVER, the legitimate daughter of our
mother country, has been sent to the poor
house, while the illegitimate child, GOLD, is
rocked in the cradle of ease and luxury and
brought up in the house Of English lords.
Our western hills abound in this precious
ore but eastern voice has locked these
vaults and shackled the willing hands Of our
western miners until they are unable to
move this mountain of wealth and thereby
give food to their needy wives and child
rem. When we ask that our child, Silver.
be brought back to its mothers arms, our
request is answered by the lash We are
toldlthat the West knows not its needs, and
so we must listen to the advice of the
Mighty East. ~ If we lift up our voice in
behalf of our needs they answer us with the
cry OF PARTY and we are commanded to
follow where it leadeth."
Is it not time that we arise in the strength
OF our manhood, in the feryor of our youth
and cry out against this pernicious state of
affairsf Too long have we been slaves to
the East, been subservient to her wishes
We are no longer babes, fit only to feed
upon the milk of the East. Our minority
has passed, and now we assert our rights.
No longer must we be dependent upon the
New England States for anything. The
Weet needs not the East to pillow for her.
She can SOW her own grain and successfully
gather her own stores; she can erect her
own honses, build her own mills and weave
her own cloth. Neither must she seek en-.
trance to her Harvards or her Yales. Our
western hills are dotted everywhere with
noble institutions of learning and from
these are sent out thousands of young men
and women fully prepared to intelligently
enter every avenue of life. Neither do we
need to seek eastern homes for beauty
patriotism or business enterprise. Our
western cities are noble examples of west
ern spirit and public enterprise; our daught
ers are fair and chaste as the daughters of
any land; our sons patriotic and progressive
as the sons of any eastern country. AL
ready the eastern horizon is reddening up
in behalf of his favorite sons; it's brilliant
reflection has cast beautiful glow upon the
hills in the great Pine Tree state. 1t has
crossed the peaks of Mt. Washington,
passed over the White mountains, and after
shedding its glorious rays in the valley of
the Empire state, it has passed onward
over mountain and meadow, until, like the
sacred halo of glory, it seems to have set
tied beneath the shade of the Protection
Buckeye Tree" And now let us assert our.
selves, even though it should take super.
human effort, and not allow this reflection
to remain upon eastern soil, but may its re.
Election cross the Father of Waters and ex.
tend westward until the beams fall upon
the heads of some of our western sons. May
it forever cease to shine unless the highest
honor of our land be given into noble, de.
serving. western hands.
Let us pluck some of our wild roses from
the great western plains and place them in
the Presidential chair; let us gather some of
our southern willows, or clip some of our
tall and graceful pines from the Rockies and
place them upon White House soil.
Need We longer CLEAN eastern fields for
wheat when the tares have grown so thick
that not single pure stalk remains? Need
we longer harken to the voice of the East
and pay tribute at her shrine when she
turns deaf ear to our call for mercy? We
have asked that the broken arm, silver,
upon which the West leans for support, be
bandaged and allowed to heal. Has our re-
quests been granted No; not satisfied with
causing the fracture, and thereby causing us
to suffer untold agonies for twenty-five long
years, they tell us political amputation OF
the limb is necessary. Must we, like whin-
ing ours, lie down and beg! MOI Like
Patrick Henry of revolutionary glory, let us
mount the ladder of liberty, and with one
mighty chorus declare, 1--WE care not what
course others may take, but as for us. give