Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1914-06-28
Argonaut Sans Story
By j. D. Gillian


But found nary sign of a color.
Argonaut evening when
Ks sitting atop OF box to some men
He spinning an old California yarn
And then
with arms set akimbo he Strengthened his back
And said: "'Twuz night in the SOS I know;
Their KEN up the trail trum the gulch list below
A youngsh- like Teller; but steppn' SO slow
/ heartily pitied him even before
l his pale brow and heard the sharp hack
OF a troublesome cough and plain enough lack
or more'n enough power to bring to my door
That tremblin' young body.
He had small pack
A blanket an buckskn, that want no lack
In them days when notions fashions wuz slack
When all a needed. besides pick an pan
Wuz a wallet o. leather to tie his dust
place git grub-staked Chat means to git trust
Till he found a good prospeck) and then he'd put in
very lcks fur in them days 'twuz sin
a strong body, O. wind an o limb
I" hang around loafin' all day. 'twuz too thin.
We'll. puny Teller had grin stun like grit -.
But wuz clean tuckeered out when my cabin he hit
N fell down a-faintn' jst inside my door
His eyes set m glassy-he seemed done fer shore
So Strengthened him out couldn't do any more
Than to put bacx his hair an dampen his brow
An to feel o his pulsejoy! found t-slow
An flickery though soppin' an startin'-an now
Gone agin; then it revived faint, don't know
That fer full twenty minutes couldn't hev saiG
Whether the Teller wuz Twin or dead
"A night watched by him; an long affords light
| seed that change he'd come; honor bright
l made up my mind that I'd save that young life
If 1t took me I'd fight
grim death to finish fer him. An 80 oesuh'
Il quit workin my claim
I'd git average Cpon my good name)
An ounce daily of No. gold
them days thought nothin you see
o. layin by stuff fer a rainy day; we
plenty; the diggins wuz rich an wuz thick
Scattered owe the kentry; most every crick
He'd plenty gold in nugget or dust
the who stingy he'd ort to be cusseo
So, shouldered my task.
1T wuz wonderful
The new life appeared % back to my boy.
Ger that's what I called him, my boyo an the Joy
o. pervidin fer suthn' besides my lone sen
happy. Y'see tn experience wuz new;
Fer all alone since AZ.
back Ohio I'd buried my wife
An baby. I'd looked on my life
AS a weary, onfriendly, detestabe load.
So why lived all alone, don't you see?
/ didn't love nothin' an nothin loved me-
But now of young Josh-hs name was Josh Clark
He'd come from state-coud sing like a lark
finely brung an that mother o his
A sister he told me, an gal he called LIZ il
give the hull earth if they only could know
he alize; but so hardhearted he
Could never be grateful to them ner to me-
Though he'd claim on him, yet it would seem
After a he'd fer him, shorely some CLEAN
o. gratitude somewhere might time be
Sides spendn' my all he'd broken down too
Wuz shattered old man. though but then hfty-two
Fer give up health an strength to pull through
My boy-fer loved him. If ever men do
it appeared he hednt no heart
Not did he thank me. and never asked why
! him to life Std o lettin him die
His wants wuz demands his wishes commands,
An dusk set the sands
or stream by. he reached with his hands
So quick an Sc blamed unexpected. you
Grabbed me the hair an out with knife
He demanded my gold l thought fer my life
He wuz jokin when seed that fierce look
an pilage knowed what I'd done;
thawed viper my hearthstun
becomin' its
I'd none;
I'd spent all the surplus he'd to him.
I'd missed all the summer fall to him
Who now like a tiger takn' my life
on Josh! Hold dear boy"
No futher got, fer hands cutched throat
squrmed myself loose, but grappln' my coat
He throwed lie agin, madman indeed
k-knife raised. / said, DO your best
give you all that possessed
But life Take it now if you like An he struck
How laid there in the dark. don't know
But VIII / layin in bed.
An the people wuz talkin $ cas- low
An l knowed by the bandages too my head
That l had been night to O. the dead.
An whit Josh Clark did you say? don't know
He the dggns below,
Ner rear O in them parts agn, fer know
He'd a O the limb that come fust in the way
Fer the boys them days he'd little to
But wuz mighty dom. So he got away.
so il seems as people is jist depraved
There a thing in 'em that ort to be saved
Twas list wi Josh, who loved a son;
He lived hsself an fer hisself alone
That's why / remarked the fust of this
The thing that dearly to larn-
L panned an agtn,
An found nary sign of a color"