The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1897-12-23

IsAYs SUDDEN, ''I'LL DO 1T, BY GosHp
stones throw and glares and blinds and
goes streaking ribbons Of fire over the
pines while you're dazed and deafened by
the thunderl Don't that thunder boom,
APPLYING catch across the crags, the last
one sending it back and all of it kinder
condensed and held in canyons and each
new roar and each past one mingling to-
gether until there's very fury of sound.
like nothing else on earth.
Agin, one day you see q mount In peak,
gray cloud kinder lowering, low; it's soft
and full of crinkles and rolls like cotton
batting all flung in a heap. Bymeby there's
a chill In the air, and the gray cloud-now
the sun don't shine on it-gets black as
ink. 1t gets closer and lower and all of q
sudden turns into q sheet of dazzling sill
yer. Now under 1t is big river coming
with rush and roar faster than an ava
lanche and churning up rocks, earth, trees,
animals and men in its awful boiling cur.
rent That's a cloudburst. 1t swells the
water in every stream in the valley, and
the river beyond. where the streams empty,
goes. mad and rushes on over homo and
farm, carrying havoc and misery all along
its course.
The silence up mount'in is awful I've
gone out and yelled jest for the company
OF an echo Then worse than the quiet Is
the sound Of something walking after
night, Sometimes there's sinking four
footed creature like a mcnstrous yellow
cat, with the sliest gait Of any animal
devil. That's mountain lion Often
there's heavier tread, and a clumsy crea-
ture goes shifting by--a grizzly He can't
be tanned nor the little black imp of his
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the sound, but when you look there ain {
nothing to make It, That's the worst of
all. That's ghosts.
My mine is tunnel 100 feet into O
mount'in side, and often toward night
when I'm working l hears tap, tap, tap,
soft and low, but clear as preaching /
gifts out then, for them g the mine speerits
and don't wanter git 'em ag in me- It's
funny, amt itP But you just live up
mountin alone and see how you feel after
awhile
Twice week burro train came 90
miles from Ouray for my ore, coming up
a trail l made up to my mine not three
foot wide and just cut out of the rock and
ground Them and the man with em
was mighty cheerful to see after days OF ST.
lance LettersY No; i never had a soul TO
write to me, but newspapers-a week or a
month old, 1t didh't matter They was
comfort, and me- setting up in that cabin,
forgot by all human creatures could
through them papers feel the beating heart
of the great world
Last September got tho blues SO bad
that quit work one day and went down
to the toll road; timing my trip so as to
see tho stage pass and to git from some
passenger something to read A feller
give me book called "Dombey and Son"
one day, Gosh them old seafaring fellers
was the gamest crowd ever SEQ. Cuttle's
my choice know the book by heart, and
Florence and Walter, and that shop and
Soil ellis Is jest as material as II he'd
knowed EN- Why, ! set and read that
over so much, seemed like could Jest soc
'em come into life and be real folks In the
frelight Like TO know Dickens. the feller
thnt wrote EN- Dead, Is her waal. waal,
he'll never know what o comfort he was
70 ma When glt the eharnce I'm going