The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-08-02

W
be pleased to learn that he has arrived
in Denver. To some intimates who
We're familiar with the manner of his
departure, the news of his arrival will
come as a positive relief. Readers of
The Herald will remember Mr.. Corbin
as The author of the Private Burke mar
ratives and other stories of army life
outside the army. Being of nervous,
high-strunS temperament, Mr.. Corbin
Stunned the deadly ennui of the Pull
man trip to Denver and chose the meth
beating his way
On the day before his departure he
took a dip in the Jake and visited his
numerous friends about town. Then, in
order 10 get into the proper frame of
mind to properly appreciate the local
color of the unconventional itinerary,
he took a parlor room with bath at the
Knutsford hotel and had his breakfast
of broiled springers and toast served in
bed. Then he dropped through an arc
of about 80 degrees, and made his exit
after the manner he had planned Thas
none of the picturesque details of this
mode of travel escaped his alert obser-
walton and prolific pen is attested in his
initial contribution to the Denver Post:
There is some form in beating your
way.
Carlyle once wrote the clothes from
millionaire and displayed tramp.
Both of the world. yet not part OF
the world, sit by the roadside, while the
procession of life, tragedy. comedy.
clowns. .acrobats, slephants and the
beautiful lady in spangles pass BY
(Which becoming monotonous they
seek invention to supply what was Gre
ated for the rest of us in the dictum.
In the sweat of thy brow
Notwithstanding has automobilins
beat from the start to finish. IL you
don't think so. clean your pockets, put
on your worst clothes and get to Salt
like the way out you will have incident.
Likewise color.
SEVEN HUNDRED AND EIGHTY
MILES TO DENVER.
THAT is the sign on the dingy little
station at Bingham Junction. south of
Salt Lake City in Utah. And at Bing-
ham Junction the gentlemen of the
road take their carriage for thu east
1t isn't healthy to do it in the Salt Lake
yards.
1T lay by the water tank and there
acquired first Dan Lynch, he of the
bullpen and Cripple Creek note. making
his penniless way from the Occur
d'Alenes to Telluride. His first trip
back since the days of Sherman Bell.
This and the bayonet cash in his wrist
he exposed to me during the night
climb in an empty coal car over the
Soldiers summit. With a miners card
and a picturesque past. Dan has no
trouble in his way to and fro. A trou-
badour. his tale and song cause the
beer to flow plentifully sufficient.
Therefore. in saloon at Helper.
where they still show the bullet holes OF
Gunplay Maxwell. now graciously ex-
tinct in the pink and white Utah pen,
there. not unfittingly, did j lose Dan,
and
"A gentlemanly marshal asked me to
walk to Price.
Only Ten Miles.
He emphasized his remarks with sig
nificant movement toward his arsenal
pocket. 1t was only ten rnries.
There aren't many trains or many of
else at Price, and the 'Jungles'
by the river were quite congested with
transients. They were sleeping. ours
ing, gutturally and soulfully, waiting
for the few tin cans III d state of clean
illness sufficient for cooking the Java
Tramps TO each other by the way are
always the demonstrative pronoun.
They're putting them" IN the jug ut
Denver Thus they bound the under
world.
''Tramps. Dos. buns beyond number
at Price. which is always the result of
activity on the part of one town on a
through line. 1t clogs the next. Helper
is hostile and Price is good
'Pal-iess. acquired the count The
court being a sign painter. Then for
three days by day and night, / heard
the story of plebeian, eventless drunk
Gu Commercial street. Hopelessly pale.