The record-union., 1899-06-22
NOISES OF THE WORLD.


calcimined and recarpeted.
NOISES OF THE WORLD.
How They Sound UP in the Sierra
Valley.
Correspondence Record Tnion.)
SIERRA VALLEY, June 15.-Change
is untiring in its work. and its work
| is seen everywhere-is the bringer
about of no end of changes. Not SO
long ago but it's easily remembered
here, the outside world seemed quite
still and Sierra Valley such a noisy
little spot that it was not infrequently
heard and spoken of beyond its walls,
and occasionally a sight seer dropped
down into it. Now conditions are re-
versed Outside things are running
with such mad rush, clatter and bang
that one can hardly help wondering if
there isn't big machine needing some
repairs, while our little fnclosure is 50
still that if only a word were uttered
about it beyond it's wallis it would be
audible in it; but we listen in vain
for. the word and never one seems
faced toward it excepting, of course,
revenue gatherers, vote seekers ana
drummers; the latter being, some of
them, like the poor, always with us.
Yet, notwithstanding all this. we con-
slider ourselves in and a part of the
world, and intend to SO consider our
selves clean down to the end Of time
unless the Assessor and death gets
away with the last thing and the last
l,Ac bod
Why not? No matter how small We
are or may be, on the principle that
proportional representation is the right
thing, being part of the world we have
a right to a word of its say once in
awhile, and may as well get one in
now as any time. Better now, for it
SO happens that getting in words and
little wood to run us through a COM
ing work spell is about all we have to
do. Though, owing to a late, heavy
frost, we did have to seed some of
our ground a second time, seeding has
been over for several weeks, and hay
ing and harvesting are not, yet on, so
we are having a few days Of compare
tive idleness here. 1t has been said:
Satan finds mischief for idle hands"
Perhaps he does sometimes, but the
saying doesn't disturb u.s. Between
our own metropolis and Chicago Satan
has enough to attend to, and who that
knows anything about Satan don't
know that he'll never risk losing
steady job for any little furry he might
raise up here; besides should he take
into his head to visit us, he'll never
find us otherwise than ready, even anx-
so,, 70 all - l. l.;
What do we do when we're idle? Oh
most amy old thing to kill time When
even a few of us happen to get to-
gether We congratulate each other on
the promising appearance of crops and
the big sacks of coin We'll have when
the harvest is over and the summer IS
ended. Sometimes we go fishing; then
again, especially in the heats of the
days, we hunt shady hooks where the
grass is thick and soft, where, stretched
at full length, with faces upturned to
where the angels are supposed to be,
we get out of our prisons of clay as
much as we can and hold communion
with them till we feel ourselves waited
back by their gauzy wings into slumber
and dreams, such dreams as are
dreamed only by the pure and just
But it will never do to let a say 80
out from here that don't say that we
sometimes listen. We, at least some
of us, listen, listen to the noises OF
goings-on on the outside; yes, and
think, too, and form and even express
opinions, some of them such as if gen.
orally adopted would stop whole lot
of that noise that has nothing in it
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that noise that is preventing settlement
of questions relating to our island pos
sessions we would put a stop SO sud-
den that there would be a jar in it.
even if we had to stop a few of the
noisiest opposers of the Administra-
tion behind prison bars or at the ends
of ropes. We haven't the prison bars.
and don't go much on that kind of
bars anyway, but We'll contribute our
full share toward a rope fund when
ever called upon.
Along with anti-expansion and
kindred phrase noise comes the sound
of imaginary tools piled in erecting
Dewey houses and Dewey monuments.
The house idea recalls that of the old
time King who kept his people shaving
throughout most of his reign building
a house for God to dwell in On that
we opine that hearts and histories are
houses good enough for our gods, and
that the house idea will never take
on tangibility. How can it? Why, it's
as beggarly as the old-time Kings was
barbarous. A little higher the monu-
ment idea may be, but there are monu-
ments rusting and rotting down all
over the country. few, if any, of them
either inspiring or profiting Instead
of rearing a Dewey or any crumbling
monument. why not plant a vigorous
young tree on the proposed site of the
proposed pile, and name it our Dewey
tree? 1t will neither rust nor rot, but
at once commence beautiful and beau
tifying growth; and, needing nothing
but letting alone, will in time rival the
grandest of our Douglas pines, always
grand and beautiful. The monument
fund could be used to benefit our SOL
diers whose splendidly bearing the
burdens of war-are as worthy of ben
efits as ever men were: or if not need
ed or desired by our soldiers, there are
many others who, through unacceptable
visitations, are under clouds through
which a monument fund would let a
whole lot of sunshine. But probably
that monument will be banged away
at till it's up and ready to go down,
just as like evidences of mans ways
have ever since he planned and reared
his first monument.
But who can enumerate all the noises
of this noisy day Of our world? It /
is now d-forenoon and nv den is