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

W ltiy u W Sttt a. lleso.Ds .sib'
ed and tell him them books he writ has
been moren gospel to us miners in the
mount ins, and II say como clear from
one of the newest states In the now world
to give him my humble thanks
Where was ~ oh, on the toll road l
set there and smoked my pipe looking
down the gulch ON the Uncapaghre spar.
king like a silver cord fur below and lis.
tening to the wind whispering through the
pines, and then heard sound The road
Is so sun dried and hard it echoes This
was sorter pattering and want no shod
creature either 1t can Q be n mount in
lion, says to myself He wouldn tdare be
here felt for my gum revolver, you
know-and then | see this was dorg, O
Gordon setter and n thoroughbred white
and black, with the humanest eyes ever
sec in animal called him and after a
survey he come and seemed friendly
enough. He was footsore and lean and
looked like he d come long way I picked
a cactus thorn out Of his paw and wan Z
he gratefulp kept watch round turn
OF the ground for his owner, and pretty
soon | see four burros, heavy loaded, and
walking behind them a youngish foller
He was tall and broad shouldered, dressed
like the most of us in rough clothes, woolen
shirt sombroro and long boots He was
bronzed some, had curly hair, pleasant
blue eyes and a struggling mustache trying
hard TO cover mouth pretty as woman S
Good day, he says, haltng the pack
animals Thanks for helping the dog
1t was careless in me not to look when he
limped
"Howdy," | says, looking him over
stranger in these partsp"
England he answers, setting down
on rock and mopping his forehead
"Minerf"
"Going to be BY the way, am | any
where near the claim of a man named
DayY
"You be, - says cautious, near Bigo
Days tunnel It's up that trail b"
You must know hinY'
Sum at DO your"
mo, the claim have purchased Of Cen
eral Raymond of Denver is half mile
farther up the mountain than his "
poker Sam, l gasps and mebbe
swore some, for the young feller looked
sorter s'prised That's his old gag, sends
'em here, mentions my name and gifts me
into his schemes Stranger, last month
there was seven men I'd never set eyes on
afore travelling up that trail on tho look
different ways and times, and swore in
diff rent lanRwidRes, but all was directed
by General Raymond-where he got the
general he don't know hisself-and had
all bought claims of him | answered EN-
civil ut first, but my dander got up and /
| took the last one--a slim fellow from New
| York--and l says: See that speck up
there, that pint half mile up mount in
wal, that's it. II you don't keer for
yer life and has good legs, you might reach
1t alive. II you've breath left then, you
kin diskiver a tunnel six foot into the
mount'in and rock, all the rock you want,
but there never was, nor never will be, any
streaks Of pay dirt there and no way of
gitting it down If there was Some of her
secrets this old mount'in won't give up,
and where human gifts overbold In
climbing up and trying to find out, why
she Jest shets down on him at the start
Poker Sam played you for a sucker"-I
looked him overland i guess you was
easy to play"
Possibly" no says carelessly. He
drawed out a cigar and give me one. He
set back then smoking coolly, his hat slider
him and the little rings of hair curling
round his forehead / chewed my cigar
awhile TO git the taste
Busted / asks
In the vernacular Of the country Just
that, he laughs.
"Rich folks nebbep'
Haven't q soul TO care whether live
! or die. He looked kinder far away then.