The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1900-06-28
CGUR D'ALENE.
~ nARY HAlLOCK POOTR.
=, fCopyrieht. 1894. by Mary HalIoek Focal
Continued from fifth page.


i'll the library taken measures to max,
her very tired OF the subject of Darcie
Hamilton. On this point at least he
was easy.
AS to Darcie, that young gentleman
had been vastly busy at the Managers
expense; he had formulated some dan.
gerous discoveries; incidentally he
had made rapid love to his daughter
Between business and pleasure he had
been going very much at large. But
ne had been careless, as the too sure
footed are apt to be. II the Big Horn
directors chose to send their younger
sons uasquerading as honest miners
into the Occur d'Alene, they must post
them better upon the local institutions.
"Monkeying with the buzz saw" was
pastiiiie for children compared with a
rnnfIict of opinions with the Miners
nnion in the summer of 1892. Mr.
bingham proposed to shift his personal
Representatives, frankly upon the union.
II Darrie should never reach London
with his verbal report (the documents
we're in MIR. Bingham's hands), and III.
International correspondence, tran
sending questions of business, should
'nsne. the manager was prepared to
wash his own hands, and to point to
he guns in the hands Of his irrepress-
ble allies OF the union. The trade
1nions have thus suffered always, and
ever will suffer most. at the hands Of
their so-caled friends.
And now we come to the last scene
before the close of the wharf.-the de-
Portation of the "scabs," including a
few non-combatants, among whom was
Faith. Recording angels, recorders OF
the truth of any sort, were not in de-
mand at that time in the Occur
d'Alene; the victors proposed to record
matters to suit themselves
On the twelfth day of July there were
gathered ut the Mission some go or
70 nonunion miners. prisoners from
the surrounding mines, awaiting trans.
portntion across the lake, and out of
the Occur d'Alene. The fast little
lake boat Georgia Cakes was tnac-
eonntnbly many hours behind her
usual time. and there were no officials
mt the landing in her service. who could
be interviewed on the subject of this
delay. Rumors passed from mouth lie
mouth. and it was whispered: "She is
held back under military orders: she
VIII hiring the troops!" Bht so many
contradictory kilograms had been fly
ing across the wires. which were now
controlled hy the union. that the hope
was barely breathed-so many were
the rountcrloubtsa and fears.
The cd Mission is one of the most
dream like spots ever chosen by travel
as the trusting place of "A steamboat and
a railroad The Mort ern Pacific lake.
steamer and the nnrrow-guage railroad.
NOISY advcrturer from the mountain
camps and roaring canyons of the
Occur d'A!cne. here transact their daily
meetings with the most publicity; yet.
to land upon the wharf-boat and to
step aboard the train is to stroll (by
steam up steel pathway between the
'hclds Of sleep" beside the waters OF
forgetfulness." The charming place.
iii its deep sweet, sunshiny seclusion,
seems to have been half reluctantly
yielded by nature long ago to the TEN.
porary occupation of man. and then
fondly reclaimed into her own wild
tendance. The Mission meadows areas
rich as those upland pastures where
the milk-white hulder maidens of the
northern legends fed their fairy herds
The wild flowers in their beauty unite
the influence of the west and the north
with the breath of the soft chinook to
ptone for the neighborhood of snow
slides. The river slips in silence past
bowers of hlossoming shrubs and lean
ing hirches. and somber pines lift their
dark spires out of the tender mass of
deciduous green.
In il all-there is an effect of abiding
peace strangely in contrast with some
of the scenes which the historic Mission
has been called to witness. Needless
to say. it is the ideal resort of the sum-
mer excursionist. whether he came for
fishing or Irritation, or to search the
poetic past, or merely from the com
mon gregarious instinct of people
that loAes to do everything in crowds.
But it was no holiday company gath
cred this day at the Mission. The great
er number were men who carried their
worldly goods in their hands; they
wore their best clothes and their latest
earned wages were in their pockets;
but the thought was not wanting that
safety, and life itself, had been risked
for these few dollars which they were
taking with them, and that they were
passing out of the country under
shameful ban. There was no traveller
from Altruria to ask: Who are these
decent poor men? Why have they
come here, and why do they go, by
common. sad impulse, as if through
fear and force? And if so, who com
pels them? And what is their offense
that they should be looked at askance
and herded apart, like tainted cattle?
A deeper question, this would be, than
most of us are prepared to answer.
Even the facts can hardly be trusted to
answer; for facts are cruel, and they
frequently lie, in the larger sense of
truth. Hence it is with extreme re-
luctance that one approaches the story
IF what was done at the Mission on
The night of July ~, during the labor
trouble of 1892. The differences must
sneak for themselves. no one would