Tonopah daily bonanza. [volume] (Tonopah, Nev.) 1906-1929, 1908-02-04

. cidentally, do some WOrk Ill coll "
. nection with the Nye and Orms- =
. by County Bank. On Saturday =
. afternoon he was piled into Ar
= thur Raycraft's auto, and was =
. whisked over the desert with .
o Messrs. Raycraft and McQuil- .
. Ian to Manhattan. He saw the =
. great old camp and, in the .
Q words of President Roosevelt, =
. was delighted. Then they start =
. ed to come home.
. 80 . . = 49, 80 80
1t was showing early in the morn
ing and the travellers waited for it to
stop; but it didn't stop. Mr.. Skin
ner was anxious to reach Tonopah,
so that he could catch the train this
morning for dear old Frisco. He
had never crossed the desert in the
snow, anyhow, and he wanted the
experience. He had never heard of
| Charley Kirchen's wild horses, SO
they pumped in the gasolene, honk,
honked a bit, and were off. This
was shortly after one O'Clock in the
afternoon. 1t is a good two hours
run in from Manhattan, but when
the clock struck three, the machine
hadn't made one-quarter of the way.
They were going along fine, when
bling. they ran into snow bank. 1t
was everybody get out and push and
shovel snow. Oh, such lovely bust
ness.
Mr.. Skinner knew all the snow
; songs,
"Dashing through the snow,
}, Onward all we CO. and
The shades of night were falling
fast,
(Upidee, ira la lee)
A youth who bore mid snow and
ice
! Fine business, to sing this in Z
drawing room, filled with jolly girls
anu lllG DOpCOlh pOppihS vi " iONSiJ
/ coal fire, but to get it in the ker.
) neck
1t was different. Mr. Skinner
wanted to shovel; it was great eXer.
else. Let him have the shovel
|, About three minutes of the athletic
exercise, and then somebody else
could have it; anybody, he didn''
care who. Who's who, anyhow, in :
snowstorm, where you've got to dis
| and dig, or stay there all night
| Well, they got through that snow
drift, and then on they went ovel
the ice and over the snow All, tina
was fine, so exhilirating, the win;
+ cutting like knife, the snow com
+ ing in in binding masses, thel
. bump! Another snowdrift. What il
s it the song says
Her neck is like the snowdrift,
Her throat is like the swan
Mr.. Skinner didn't dwell much OF
!. Annie Laurie. He didn't say much
n he got out and dug, dug, dug. TIL
n snow filled up the holes as fast a
n he made them-then it was walk
o walk, walk. Oh, such fun. The
Arthur Raycraft got out and playe'
# snowplow. He was a regular rotary
n and he broke the road in front o
H. ,,,ool,;no I;I,o on old tipor. tho
# Jim McQuillan tried his hand-no
q his feet, and they dug and crushe
v and packed, and just before dar
It they made Rye Patch. and Tonopa
r, twenty miles away-hurry up, Phi
Sheridan. There was more humping
d more stopping-they didn't want t
l. stop either-they just had to. Blu
IN they came through all right. Tn
Y. electric lights of Tonopah throug
n the snow made the most welcom
W sight the travellers saw that day
Is This is what happened over tn
Is telephone at s o'clock:
us this Mr.. Raycrafts residence?
id Yes"
in is he in?"
v, Yes. he's in bed. and | don't thin
re cannon would wake him up. He
he been to Manhattan.
ct 'Ding-a-ling-a-ling. Is this NJ
McQuillan's residence?"
n Yes"
Is, Is Mr.. McQuillan there?"
v. Yes, and he's sound asleep.
e. wouldn't like to disturb him; in fac
e. 1t would be a physical IMPOSSIBLE
IS to wake him up. He came In fro
n Manhattan tonight. and he said tn