The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1916-02-17
NOT 4 DOD GtSTED CROTCH
IN THE COUNTY.
The Pencil Pu>l,er Gets An Object
Lessen in Optimism IN Nebraska
NtighlIur.

| Peter O'Shea calls il The Land of
Fuliillment" The rapid increase in
dairying and bec~culturc leads to the
conjecture ,lat ii will shorty be really
ard truly a land of milk and honey
Sc me say its the Land Of Promise" :"
individual fancy, but every one who
have been there, either for an hour or
= life time, is agreed cn the PROPOSE
tioE that Scots Bluff County, Nebras-
ka is 99-caret platinum mounted,
hum-dinger with the accent on the
Hum.
When the soft-vsiced little LADY
with brown hair, had set the apple pie
la mode, in front Of me, asked what
were the leading points Of interest ia
tie neighborhood.
Depends on what you want" she
answered. ''If you want an eyefull
get up In time to see the sunrise on
the bluff. If you want an earfull, go
up and listen to Peter O'Shea." got
both
Scots Bluff, majestic sentinel of a
valley than which there has been none
fairer since the day when it was writ
ten, "a river went out of Eden to wat
er the Garden" has been famed in the
history of the state since the first
Argonauts wended their way along the
Overland trail. At it base, rested the
way-worn travellers in their quest for
gold, little thinking that from the soil
beneath their feet greater millions
would s6fle day be taken than from all
the streams of California's golden
strands. From It's summit, savage de-
mons lay in wait for their victims and
in its shadow bloody battles were wag-
ed before the country was cleared of
the scOurge and made one of the hap
piest. most peaceful and prosperous
valleys between the two great oceans.
And l sure got an eye-full when I
missed my beauty sleep to see old Win
ter Sol give the bluffs its morning kiss.
In fact, it filled my whole system un
~,
so / rushed back to the Emery Annex
and pulled Dobell out of bed Dobell
Is from Julesburg and wouldn't miss
his beauty sleep for whole smear OF
sun rises don't blame him, the old
boy needs iD and when I had yanked
him out by hind leg, he threatened
to throw me down stairs and perform
several other diabolical operations on
my anatomy.
But Roy" | pleaded. "has Nature
never opened the art gallery of the
sky to you page by page? Have YOU
never seen the lambent flame of
dawn leaping across the livid east
Have you never seen the King of Day,
paint with deft, magic fingers the age,
mortality until the rugged rock was
softened by riot of pink and laven-
der and orage, and SAPPHIRE and topaz
and emerald, until it seemed verita
bic vista of fairyland?"
Nope" said the sordid soul from
Julesburg, 81 never saw anything
! like that, at least not since Colorado
went dry"
/ So l sadly left the unreSponsive beast
and went to breakfast alone. Funny,
how you can eat in that air. II seems
like two or three eternities between
meals. But after the soft-voiced little
lady with brown hair had brought a
double order of buckwheats with two
cups of coffee with real cream,
chirked up a little and concluded may
be life was worth living after all.
Then went to see Peter O'Shea.
Next to the bluff, Peter is about the
most impressive thing there and just
about as rugged He is built SOM
thing like Jess Willard and his face
| looks like drunken Ogallala had
chopped it out of sandstone with a
tomahawk. But say! When he is en-.
gagged in the delightful task of separ-
ating land seeker from his gilt in
return for piece of SCOTS Bluff coun-
ty irrigated dirt. his tone is as dulcet
as the singing of perfume-laden breez-
! es through acres OF cherry blossoms
and his touch" is as delicate as the
down from an angles wing.
His business is to sell land and his
worst. enemy Gf he has one) would
never insinuate that he was not
double distilled 1SS proof success. He
! is versatile cuss and speaks fluently