Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1912-08-27

Creek and shuts from sight the
big stone house that cost S4,-
600. the last southern outpost
OF Kansas City that Is sprawling out
and engulfing all this rolling prairie.
You look for the old bee tree and
there is catch in your throat when
you miss it-but no-that clump Of
walnut trees hit 1t for moment. The
ak of the real estate Spectator has
not come quite that far yet.
Those bees fitting far up among the
dead brances against background Of
gray sky are the oldest settlers of this
county. The colony was there In that
same tree long years before a white
man set foot in Missouri. There are
men living who knew that tree and
its wild bees sixty years ago.
Turn to the right after you cross In
dian Creek and go about two hundred
yards to where the stream pours in a
broad white waterfall over low ledge
of rock and drifts lazily in wide pool
with streak Of silver bubbles down its
center. The banks here are rock, with
hollows gouged in them and overhang-
ing shelves that cast black shadows
upon the stream.
Watts's mill squats low upon the op-
posite bank. The weathered gray of its
sides and roof is the exact shade Of
the limestone beneath and all around
1t and the old mill seems to merge
with it and is a part Of 1t. You look
in vain for any line Of cleavage be-
tween mill and rock. The years have
blended them into one somber gray.
An Atmosphere Of Gray.
The naturalists tell Of birds and
lesser creatures of the wood who take
on the color of the bark or the grasses
upon which they live. You think OF
this as you see the miller in the door
way. His clothing, even to his cloth
slippers, his long beard, his soft felt
hat, sprinkled with -four, are uni
form gray, the gray of rocks and mill.
Stubbins Watts, great-great-grand-
son of Daniel Boone, Is 75 years old.
But the old water mill is older than
he. It was built in 1880 and for eighty
two years has been grinding corn and
wheat within ten miles Of Kansas City.
The hands that hewed it's walnut
beams and fashioned the hickory pins
that keep Its weathered boarding in
place moldered into dust half CEN
fury ago, but the old mill grinds on
just as patiently, as faithfully, as un-
mindful of passing time and genera
lions as 1t did long years before this
city was dreamed Of.
You pass your hand over the sur
face Of a walnut beam, hewed out by
the ak Of John Fitzhugh, eighty-two
years ago, and lay your fingers tn a
gaping notch just as his ak blade left
It, and think Of the changes that have
come to Western Missouri since then.
Westport Landing grew out along the
old wood road until 1t bridged with
paved streets the miles between It
and Westport and overlooked south
ward and yet the old mill wheel turn
ed and the corn was ground to meal
between the homemade stones of rock
Quarried on the bank of Indian Greek
Since this mill was built the com.
MERGE of the Santa Fe Trail came
flourished for time and died; and
then the rush Of forty-niners to Call.
fornia flowed past 1t, and after them
the railroads came and passed on to
the Pacific, and with them the legions
of pioneers like the clouds Of locusts
overspreading all the land beyond to
the westward. The Mormons of indie
pendence, who brought their grist to
this mill, departed to found new EN-
pire beside the dead sea in the un
known desert. Past this old MILL just
two hundred yards to the east, where
the big elm leans out over the creek
armies of the Civil War hurried
splashing wildly through the ford, the
Southern amy in flight from the defeat
at Westport, the Northern forces hot
in pursuit.
Indian Creek Has Never Hurried.
| A great city of tall buildings ant
all things modern has made the coun
try to the north like teeming an
hill, where all is hurry, hurry, hurry
but Indian Creek has never hurried
Its stream has flowed placidly, baskint
ing the sun, pausing in the shadows O
its trees; and just as placidly the ole
mill wheels have turned, their SLOW
creakings attuned to the liquid muir
murings OF the waterfall.
Placidly has Stubbins Watts gone II
and out among the turning shafts TO-
sixty-two years, barring those fou
years of strife when he fought in thu
Southern army. In those years he wa
aroused and filed with fervor tina
got him honorable mention more thai
once for deeds on the battle front. Blu
when it was over he returned to In
1 dian Creek and the old mill and tn
gurgling of the water as it ran unde
the floor soothed him into a cain
philosophy and he talks but little.
Eyes," he says. its pretty here