The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1896-09-29
MossBAck HAS A DREAM.
Pleasure Turns to Despair. but He
AwOke In Time.
VIcroR, Or, SEPT. 2s, 1886.

since IL started anu always Hkeo IL nFSE
rate, till this silver question came up.
Then for sure didn't like it bit. You
see, when they first begun to talk free
silver, it stuck me just where lived.
At least I thought it did. You see
have always found silver mighty good
money. IneEer could get half enough
of it. So it just seemed to me that if
they would just go ahead and make 1t
free I'd be the happiest man alive, but
that's all changed now. I've had a
vision-a real vision. 1t came about
this way. 1 put in the day last Wednes-
day diggin taters, worked from daylight
till dusk as hard as ever 1 could, ate
big mess of salmon for supper, then
went to bed but instead of sleeping
dreamed. I'd been thinking about sill
yer all day, so dreamed about taters
and silver all night.
dreamed that there was very tall
smooth-looking man came along and
offered to by my taters. Said he would
give me dollar a bushel if I'd take the
money he had. so 1 axed him what kind
of money he had. He said, real pleas
ant like, have some notes of hand due,
one day after date, and signed by Col.
Sinnott, of The Dalles, Or. Now I've
known the colonel for long time, out
didn't know that he ever gave his note.
Still l thought that this is all right.
Jud sent this fellow out to by truk for
the hotel and didn't want to send the
money by this chap. So l spoke up and
said: "All right, mister, I'll take the
notes. They are as good as gold to me.
How many taters do you want?' He
said he'd take all had. So me and the
boys lit into weighen' em as fast as we
could, while the tall man sat there on
the fence keepin' tally. When we got
were sixty bushels. So he put his
brand on the sacks and handed me
twelve So notes, each signed by Col.
Sinnott. My, didn't / feel rich. Won
der 1 didn't wake up, felt so good; but
1 didn't, / dreamed on. Dreamed that
1 went to The Dalles next day and took
the notes to Colonel to cash. When 1
got to the Umatilla house it seemed to
me that everything looked kinder dis
erted and broke up like. After waitib' a
good while the colonel came in, shuk
hands as usual, but 1 noticed that he
looked kinder disturbed like. After ex.
changin' the. time of day, etc., I mem
toned the notes and later deal, thank
ing him tor the good price I had re-
ceived. But he stopped me short off
and said: ''My friend you have made
sad mistake. Those notes are not
worth the paper they are written on.
am bankrupt" Now I've known the
Colonel long enough to know that he
can joke when he wants to, SO laughed
and said; "That's all right, lets go and
take little wIne." fHold on" says
the Colonel, ''you mistake, am serious.
1 haven't cent to my name" saw
from his looks that he was in earnest.
so without my asking he told me all
about it. Says he: 'You remember
that historical fish story of mine?"
sob yes,' says 1.
"Well,'' says he, 81 told it one time
to my sorrow, yes, may say, to my
utter ruin. When Bryan was through
here two years ago 1 told it to him.
His admirers here have felt pretty sore
about it for some time and finally in
duced the city council to pass an ordl-
nance compelling me to sign So notes
due one day after date to whosoever
could furnish the paper, and to continue
signing as long as paper could be Sc
cured. The upshot of the whole matter
was, Jacobsen landed here the day after
the ordinance passed with about ton
of paper all filled out with my signature.
I redeemed them as long as my wealth
lasted. You are too late"
| I tried to offer some consolation, but
failed. Says I: Colonel, seems to me
the council have treated you very un-
farely." 'Yes," says he, $50 they
have. Still you silver lunatics propose
to give Uncle Sam dose of the same
kind of medicine"
just then the old woman nudged me
in the ribs, and said: ''Wake up John,
it's gittin' daylight and do believe them
taters you dug yesterday got frost bit
last night" "Ta'ers be dinged," says
I. But then got up right quick and
made the fire, while the old woman
growled about the taters being left un-
covered over night. But say, Mister
Editor. I'm done with free silver. That
dream opened my eyes. How is Uncle