The Clarksburg telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1874-1926, 1903-04-03


teous. The night never gets too dark or
the mud too deep TO help one in need.
The only real mean men / find are the
sheep men, men who gathered their
wealth of the people, or IN other words
they have thousands of head of sheep
feeding of of government lands. no rents,
no taxes, yet as a rule these men are n
curse to emigration. Home seekers arc
not encouraged by these sharks. The
weary traveller is turned away to share
all the cnjoymcnts of an icy bed in the
snow: Allow me to relate my expe-
riencc. In company with big-hearted
George Fcnton, who came here at a
time when he was compelled to pay 81
pound for -four, we drove over noun
tain and valley, through jungies or some
thing well mixed to state that caused
the mud to roll up ON the wheels like
q boy rolling up q big, wet SNOWFALL
around a stick Not a spoke could be
seen. The wheels of the wagon would
become 90 heavy that We would have to
stop and clean of the stick stuff.
Tho sun, who waits for NO man In
the west, was setting behind the noun
tain top as we drove up 70 n sheep
mans ranch, fifteen miles from here on
the Boise road. The man had q large
barn and q beautiful dwelling house,
and has had in his possession ON Uncle
Sans land rs many as $4,000 head of
sheep at one time. he. takes pride in
boasting of his stock, but, when we look
ed at the worried team, the crested snow
covered mountain and thirteen miles vet
to go before we could shelter from the
cold, we yent,rred to ask of him protec.
ton for, the night, but alas, the reply
was: "Drivc on" We then looked the
man as nearly. through as we could and
did not see one thread of favor in his
heart We looked again wistfuIly Mt
his warm, large house to see young
man gazing out of the window and a
girl out ON the porch giving orders to
Jap, or Chinese cook. Again, our eyes
dropped on this wealthy lord, who, in
a way, is fed from the public crib. He
said: ''You can make the trip Mt your
stage in life" We were anxious to learr,
this mans name and found it to be an
Englishman. God, forgive the national
ity.
Travelling through the world Is am,
one can find illustrations of tine Bible
We used to read in Sunday school Here
we are up against the real thing, the
ffcn man as Lazarus at the yard gate.
{ yo.r way. We have here in this in
-'srce man with us by the name of
Conrad Hasgc, who was dying of heart
trouble.
Well, we turned away from this rich
mans gate and plodded along to find
ourselves stuck fast against the noun
tain in the mud, cold and darkness APP
preaching. A hired man came along
with pair of mules and pulled up to
the mountain top, after which he went
down into the darkness and found a
Spaniard and his wife, who acted the
good Samaritan. The woman had been
in the United States two weeks and
could not speak one word of English,
but gave us to eat and shelter from the
cost blasts of winter. with all their floor
for n bed. Four days afterward from
this life left the body of our comradc,
Mr.. Hagge. and today he rests in lit
tie graveyard Mt the Bend. And now
the question with me is, will the rich
man Howell lift up his eyes and call for
a drink of water.
My next letter win be devoted to
gold mining. adventures on snow shoes
and my strange dream in Cincinnati of
Hugh Thompson and T. p Reynolds.