White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1930-09-19
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Dust to Dust


Dust to Dust
IN THE Pinenut mining region of
Nevada during the early nineties.
rich gold-bearing veins were discov.
cred In the foothills. COincident with
this discovery came the development
of placer claims In the beds of some
valley streams. There was a tremen-
dOus rush of prospectOrs from neigh
boring mining towns, and Pinenut be-
came the center of much activity. I'm.
fortunately, 1t proved to be super.
fetal bonanza and petered out In 8
short time. A few fanatics still lin
gered on, hoping that sharp pick In
hopeful hands would open new Col.
conda at an unexpected moment.
AS Robert III. Davis tells the story,
one of the hangers on had the bad
taste to die. 1t was the custom In
new mining camps for the district re.
cOrder to perform the services of the
church and to lay to rest those who
expired with or without their boots ON.
The ceremony was the same for both.
| This particular funeral took place
in the dry bed of the creek. hole
by 2 by had been scooped from
| the gravel. The body reposed In 8
rude coffin.
The recorder, from the Book of
Common Prayer, read the service In
a solemn voice:
The coffin was lowered by horny
hands.
"Ye brought nothing into this world
and ye shall take nothing out"
"The Lord giveth and the Lord tax,
eth away. Blessed be the name OF
the Lord Dust to dust"
Reaching down he gathered hand.
full of dirt and gravel which sifted
through his fingers and fell with q
rattaplan upon the wooden box.
"Ashes to ashes"
But instead of either dust or ashes
the CLEAN of q nugget flashed back
from the coffin lid. There it lay, res
directed from the eternal glacier
while tine Iamented was being re
turned to the mold.
Without moments hesitation the
recorder dropped his prayer book.
| Jumped into the grave, heaved the
deceased out of the property and ex-
claimed in loud voice:
II claim everything $50 north and
south and 600 feet east and west. Ev.
erybody get off these premisesl''
With that, he pulled out two six
shooters, cleared his estate of specta-
tors and put up his location notices
without delay.
The interInent took place the follow
! ing day in vegetable garden.
|
A Matter of Short Division
Two East-siders strayed far of
4 their customary beat. The middle
OF the afternoon found them In one OF
the fashionable side streets just of
Fifth avenue. They were tired and
hungry, too; IT had been a long time
since breakfast and their business
whatever 1t was, which had brough,
them so far uptown, had kept then
from lunch.
They saw the entrance to smart
restaurant much freQuented by what
in the metropolis are known as tea
hounds. They entered; but immedi
atey the surroundings abashed them
There was so much of magnificence or
view; an orchestra was playing
smartly dressed couples were dancing
| n q 10
superior looking persons in clean
shirts
"Ike." said one of the aliens, dis
amt our kinder place--we gotta &C
slow and not make no breaks. Leave
us slip into coupla seats at a side
guys Is takin' before we gives our or
der"
To Ike the idea seemed good one.
They sought out comparatively quiet
corner and made themselves small and
incOnspicuous But their ears and their
eyes were busy.
Two slick haired youths of the
lounge lizard type sank GRACEFUL!
down at nearby table.
SWELL, old top" said one in an at
fected English accent, what shall II
be?"
II have It," said his companion
brightly. after moments thought
we'll split bottle of White Rock"
The eavesdroppers made mentai
note. Next another pair of dancing
men dropped into. their Immediate vi
cinity After an almost affectionate
argument these two agreed to split %
pot of tea But one of them must have
felt like being exfravagant.
Tell you what. he added, sup
pose. old dear, that besides splitting
the tea we cut up an order Of toast be
tween us?"
At the adjoining table Louie
Strengthened himself. He had the cue
to a proper mode of procedure now.
ike" he said. "I'rn onto de curves
nf die dunn now ri ton, n horrir