The Coeur d'Alene press. (Coeur d'Alene, Idaho) 1892-1907, 1905-08-05
THE SPIRIT Of THE TULE.
m NCLE zENAs PARTRIDGE had
always declared that he wanted
- to be buried In the hllIA

M NCLE ZHNAs PARTRIDGE had
| HUI always declared that he wanted
to be buried In the hills
TITS no use talking" he would say.
between whttfs at his black pipe. 'this
here valleys doomed You can't keep
out them floods. though you 20 on and
spend your last cent dwelling. SHOWS
bound to pile up in them Sierra Ne
ysda's every winter. ten or twelve feet
high, and It's got to come down. aud
twill bring tho alickens with t.: then
where's your countryf
Il don't say twill be in my time.
but It's bound 10 come. Them noun
tain folks Is going to minis and from
their side l don't blame EN-. Irs
mighty hard 10 set down and starve
when there's a fortune most In your
dooryard already for the washing out
It's human nature what's one
mans food IL another mans ptzen.'
And we're the lowest doV n. and the
under dog this time. They'll get out
the gold. no matter how you lnjunct.
and them there restraining dams they
make 80 much Of will be like a sand
bar when the heavens are opened and
the hoods come down.
when It's time for my burying I
want to be put up In the Buttes where
it's high I always liked 10 be among
the hrst when things were golng on.
and 50 I do In the resurrection. Give
me good chance up high and don't
solder the into one Of the tin.lined cor.
fns; let me get out quick 30 I can take
in the bigness Of the thing"
Now Uncle Zsnas was dead and his
children. grandchildren. nephews and
n!eces had come togethsv for the last
duty Of laying hts body In the high
place be coveted.
The chill fog Of early winter had set.
tied down In the Californian valley.
and almost hid the spring wagon that
bore the coffin from the long Ole OF
buggies and rockaways that followed
slowly through the mud behind Il.
After long. tiFesome drive they be
gan to wind mp through the Buttes.
that strange elevation In the center %
the valley. whose pink and gray ahad.
owy outline Of the distance had
changed ID a reality OF rugged sleeps
and stony declivities. with here and
there cosy homesteads Nesting I'm
brown depresslona. which would soon
turn into greenness
They had to come near the stop
ping place on foot. the bearers carry. |
Ing the plain coffin. destitute OF fiow.
srs. as had been the old mans wish
They do for women and children"
be had said; "nOwlse for old folks. |
Give me a sheaf Of gain"
II was lying there now. tied with |
deep purple ribbons. symbol Of the |
fruits Of a good mans llfe The sun /
came out and rested on the rounded |
and the mlsts rolled away into /
white clouds. Uncle Zenaa could rest
IN peace; he would rise from the hllI.
tops.
You can't think how I dread going
home across that tuIe. father" Mrs
Briggs said to her husband, ms they
lourneyed toward home. II know tt.s
! sight nearer, but how can we toll
but the Writer'S backing up and cutting
- on; we've had a sight OF rain Late.
y"
Don't you worry. mother. it's all
light"
But I just believe the foR's going
% settle down again. II looks 80 misty
'ver there. II was right pretty Just as
We laid Uncle Zene In his grave. IA.
ie. isn't that John Hanlon over there.
Ook. on that curve. in his new bug.
pr
The girl gave a quick glance.
yes" she answered shortly. and
citing her lips tightly. turned her face
he other way.
The Briggs were crowded in their
pring wagon. Katie. her mother. III.
le Johnny and the baby had the back
eat while the father and two boys
we're on the front
Six months before Katie would
ave been riding in the new buggy in
he rear, snugly covered with the
range and black plush robe; for six
months ago Kate and John had been
overs. Now the girl turned her head
way as II the sight Of that big six.
ooter was hateful 70 her.
She wondered why he hadn't
rought Mary HiggensI II was lone
ONE riding 30 far alone. Perhaps he
Houldn't seeing Il was Uncle Zeno's
unsrAA SOAa always thought q lSa