Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, July 15, 1882, Page 3

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OV ANYLA. jullm&ely JIRECTORY OF LEADING WESTERN HOTEL® HOTELS, PROPRIETORS ARLINQTON, J. G. McINTIRE, BARATOGA HOTEL, J, 8. BTELLINIUS MARBH HOUSE, E.MANS, COMMERCIAL HOTEL JOHN HANNAN, HALL HOUSE, A W. HALL CITY HOTEL, CHENEY & CLARK, COMMERCIAL HOTE ., J. Q. MEAD, GRAND CENTRAL £ 8EYMOUR, MISSOURI PACIFIO HATEL, P, L. THORP, COMMERGIAL HOUSE A. 0. CAARPER, GREENWOOD HOUSE, W. MAYFIELD, OCOMMEREIAL HOUSE, £. uTOREY. ENO'S HOTEL, E. L. ENO, EXCHANGE HOTEL, ©. B, HACKNEY, METROPOLITAN HOTEL, FRANK LOVELL, MORGAN HOUSE, E. L. GRUBB, BUMMIT HOUSE, BWAN & BECKER, HCUSTON HOUSE, GEO. CALPH, REYNOLDS HOUSE, WALKER HOUSE, COMMERCIAL HOTEL, CITY HOTEL, PARK HOUSE, NEBRASKA HOTEL, MERCHANTS HOTEL COMMERCIAL HOTEL, PARKS HOTEL, OOMMERQ AL HOTEL, BAGNELL HOUSE, ©.M. REYNOLDS, 0. H. WALKER, 8. BURGESS, DI A. WILLIAMS, MRS, M. E. OUMMINGS, 4L, AVERY, J, W. BOULWARE, F. M. PARK, HENRY WILLS, CHAS. BAGNELL, OOMMEROIAL HOUSE, WM, LUTTON, JUDKINS HOUBE, FRANK WILKINSON, BALL HOUSE, H. H, PERRY, COMMERCIAL HOUSBE WOODS HOUSE, DOUAGLAS HOUSE, BEDFORD HOUSE J. T. GBEEN, ARLINGTON HOUSE, J. M, BLACK & 8ON, NORFOLK JUNCTION HOUSE A, T. POTTER, WINSLOW HOUSE Q. McOARTY, AURORA HOUSE M. B. JONES, CROZIER HOUBE ©O. R, CROZ'ER, AVOOQA EATING HOUSBE D. W, ROCKHOLD, OENTRAL HOUSE FOBTER HOUBE WHITNEY HOUSE, B, F. STEARNS, JOKN ECKERT, J. 8 DUNHAM, Capt. JOHN FOSTER, E. HAYMAKER, TOWN!' Lincoln, Nek., Miiford, Neb, BROWNSVILLE Neb Btromsburg Ne Loulsville Blalr, Neb. Neligh, Nely Nabraska Clty,'Neb Waeping Water,Ne Hardy, Neb. Greenwood, Neby Clarinda, lowa Eremont, Neb Ashland, No Atkinson, Ken, Qulide Rocd, Neb, Creston, la. Exira, la, Atlantic, la, POHTRY CF THE TIMES. A Quarrel of Young Married Foola, Philadelphia Times, No, 1 will not eay good-b good-by, n.r anything: He is gone. T wonder why Lilacs are not sweet this spring How that tiresome bird will sing! T might follow him and say, Just that he forgot to kiss Baby, when he went away Everything 1 want 1 miss. Oh, precious world is thi What if night came and vot he Something 1 ht mislead his fest, Does the moon Iate! Ah me! There are things that he u ight meet, Now the rain begins to beat, So it will be dark. The bel! Some one, some one loves is dead, Were it here—! T cannot tell Half the fretful words I said, Half the fretful tears T shed. Dead? And but to think of death! Men might bring him through the gate: Lips that have not uny breath, Eyes that stare And must 1 wait! 1s 1t time, or is it late? I was wrong, and wrong and wrong; 1 will tell him, oh, he sure! If the heavens are builded strong, Liove shall therein be secure; Love like mine shall there endure, Listen, listen—that is he! 1' niot speak to him, T say. 1f he chooses to say to me, “T was all to blame to-day; Sweet, forgive me,” why—1 may —Mus, 8, M, B, ‘Washee, Washee. Brown John, he bends abo e his tub Tn cellar, alley, anywhere, Where dirt is found, why John is there; And rub and rub and rub aud rub, The hoodlum hisses in his ear; “Gret out of 'ere, you yeller scrub!” He is at work, he caonot hear; He smiles that smile that knows no fear; And rub and rub and rub and rub, He calmly keeps on washing, LATT, The politicians bawl and erow, To every idle chiv. and blood, And hurl their two hands full of mud; ““The dirty Chinaman must go!” But, John still bends above his tub, And rub and rab and rub and rub; He wrestles in his suowy suds These dirty politicians’ duds; And rub and rub and rub and rub, He calmly keeps on washing. “Git cut o' here, ye haythin, git! Me Frinch ancistiers fought and blid For this same freedom they did, An’ U'll preserve it, ye can bit! Phwat honest man can boss a town? Or burn anither Pittsburg down? Or beg? Or strike? Or labor shirk Phile yez are hcre an’ waut to work? Git out 1 ye huythin, git!” And Silver Jimmy i n brick That should have made that heathen sick; But John, he kept on washing. Then mighty At this qu And cried, 3 a hing and git out of here!” n man, he ceased to rub, ittld shaven head ming, sudsy tub, reat congr i ightforward, bu-iness li o bittee dozen wa hee y Then calmly went on washing. congress shook with fear nt litile man Oh! honest, artful little John, If you will lay aside your duds, And take a sea of soap and suds ‘And wash out dirty Washington} If you will be the Hercules To cleanse out stables clean of these That all such follies fatten on, There’s fitty million souls to-day To bid you welcome, bid you stay And calily keep on washing. —[JoAQUIN MiLLER, SEEKING GOLD. Joaquin Mil'er, Away up under the shadows of Mount Shasta, plunging down to the south, foaming, shouting, thundering down the land as if to shake the mountain loose, the new-born Sacra- mento river is as cold and clear and white as the eternal snows that feed his thousand gold-bearing tributaries, Long ago, in the early days of Cali- fornia, when all the rivers there were thought to be full of gold, it was con- sidered a matter of course that the great Sacramento, far up at its source, was also old-bearing, and that it only needed men and a little labor to “‘wing-dam” this stream some sum- mer, and find & vein of gold almost as rich as the famons deposits of the Feather and the rivers, which fecd the Sacramento and drain the melting snows of the Sierras far away to the south, And g0 it was in the spring of 18—, with this purpose in view, thata party of strangers in San Francisco hastily pooled their fortunes, consisting mainly of hope and muscle, and, ascending the Sacramento river to within thirty miles of its source, set- tled down there and began to cut it in two with a wing-dam, How, in one short and yet uncom- pleted summer, these ten men had managed to do the amount of work which they had, it is hard to say. Winter was not far off’ at the furthest in this altitude, but then, how a man working for himself will strike out with the thought constantly befora him that the very next blow of his pick may mean to him wife, children, father, mother, home, or wlhat is the same thing, gold that would pave the road leading back to these and all clse dear to man! Late one evening, a8 the brawny, hairy, half-robsd miners still wrestled with the bowlders down in the bed of the river, which as yet had yielded no sign of its secrets, a pale, slim boy stood on the bank and inquired ina helpless way and with a weak, tired voice, if they did not want ‘‘to hire help.” American Audubon, Neola, la. Harlan, la, Corning, la. Stanton, Burlington Juration, M Blanchard, la, 8henandoah, la, Dayld City, Neb College 8prings Villisca, la. Maivern, la, Ida Grove, Ia Odebolt, la Osceola, Neb, Clarks, Neb, Bedford la. Marysvile Mo Norfolk Junctlan Neb Seward, Neb, Aurcar Neb. 8ldney, Neb, Avoca LOOKWOOD & BHATTUCK, Red Oak Lewis a Qriswo! The men stopped, looked up, then at each other, then st the boy above them on the bank; and then they roared with laughter, “Hire help! Look here, are you the help?” howled the strongest of ~ them, callod Samson,” “Yes, sir,” Aguin the ragged men leaned on their picks and shovels, lifted up their heads, and roared. “‘Say, are you an orphan?” laughed “Colonel Laases,” turning s quid, “We're all orphans here, and a long ways from home, Aro you an orphan and a long ways from homs?"” “No, siv,” piped the tired boy, “1 am 1ot an orphan; but I am a long ways from home. ““Well, you better start home, then, 1t will be dark by the time you get there, I guess, From the Flat, eh?” “From the Flat, sir! Where is that?” “Why, Portuguese Flat,” chimed in, a tall fellow, with a touch of gentleness in his voice. ““It's four miles down, t 10 only mining camp on this end of the river. Wheradid you come from, my kid, that you didn’t know that, eh?’ ““Why, sir, T came from the other way —down from Oregon. Some of the men caught their breath and looked at each other, and others shook their heads. But the very tall ragged one who was called “Nut Crackers”’ loaned soberly aside on his pick ¥ At last ono of the men, a sprightly, handsome young fellow called Timoth, threw down his long handled shovel and, coming up out of the mine, said “Well, my kid, you may not bean orphan, but you're a mighty long ways from home— about a thousand miles, I guess. And as you can't get back there to-night, you'd better bunk with us— eh, boys ! “Bot your boots!” cheerily cried Nut Crackers at his side, as he twirled a finger playfully through the boy's yellow hair, A heavy-booted, half-bear creature, that came crawling out of the mine after his younger partners, grunted out a qualified assent, and the party went slowly stringing out toward the brush shanty of the company, which stood a little way back from the foam- ing river. Others followed, for the sun was down and it was time to “‘knock off " The boy was weary and altogother wretched, Heo was tall and pale and thin, like a weed that has grown in shadow, and was not likely to bo an addition to the working force of the mine; but ho was reserved and respect- ful, and so eager to help about the camp in bringing wood and water, and 50 careful not to bo in the way, that he was tolerated until after the tired men had hed their suppera. And then when they had filled their pipes, and had thrown themselves about the roaring and sweet-amelling fire of yow and juniper, he was uade to feel quite at home, and soon fell so soundly asleop by the fire that he knew noth- ing more till the sun cams down over the mountains, mnext morning, and looking him full in the face and wak- ened him, It was Nut Crackera’ ‘‘cook week,” and he had left a tin cup full of coffea hot by the fire, where the boy sull lay. With an air of desperation, he was now down on his knees, with his sleoves roiled up, beforoa tub full of boiling hot water and obstinately greasy tin plates, Ho made an ex- perimental dive with his big fist into the boiling water, and then suddenly leaped up, and hopping high on his naked heels, launched iuto a sories of incoherent oaths, which was timidly interrupted by the boy. “‘Let me wash 'em for you, please.” “You,” said Nut Crackers, savag in an effort to vent some of his irrita tion on the new-comer. ‘Yes, as soon as I wash my hands, ' “You'd botter drink your cofive, and get some color in your face firat.” “Iwill. But, sir, I want to wash the dishes for you. T kunow how. T always washed the dishes for mother at home whon she was sick. Nut Crackers stopped swearing. Pretty soon he came up to the boy, who was washing his hands and face in the little stream that slid through the camp, and, snapping his fingers, which were as red as boiled craw-fish, said: “Kid, have you got a mother and do you—? But, bah! Yes, wash ’em, It's not a man’s place to wash dishes. Wash ’em and clean up about camp. Got no money to pay you; we're all on the verge. But you clean up about here, and stay 'round for grub; time enough to get down to the Flat after beans.’ And with this he unrolled his sleeves and hobbled off down to the mine, leaving the boy in charge of the few blinkets, brush-beds, camp-kettles, pans and old boots which made up the tangible fortune of the ‘‘Sacramento Wing-dam company.”’ When tho ten tired men came up to dinner that day, they found such a change tor the better that they per- suaded the boy to stay., True, they had no money, even for themselves; but when they ‘‘struck it"—and strike it they must the very next week—ho should be paid, and paid well. And with this understanding they went back to their work that afternoon, leaving bebind them a boy with a lighter heart than he had borne for half a year, The men worked like beavers now. The summer had slippad away, and winter had taken possession of the summits of the mountains and set them with snowy castles, The river was rising exery day, inch by inch, They must cut quite across the river bed” and strike the vein before the river broke over the wing dam, or all their laber would be lost. They had already, even in midsummer, pierced the center of the river bed and thrown the stormy stream behind them, They were now on the further side, and were cutting straight for the bed rock bauk that cropped out not twenty feet wway. They had begun with the bed- rock bank on the other side, and had followed the bed-rock across the en- tire bed of the er. The gold must lie gomewhere ahead of them - gome- whore within the next twenty feet, It was now only a question of days, of hours, This, beit remembered, was in the carly days, when all men still obstinately believed that gold must lio in veins and straits, How full of hope, of heart, were these men who had been shut up there in a gaping crevice of the earth all summer! Not one doubted that they would strike it—a little yellow vein deep in the bed of this stormy river, where the finger of God had placed it in the dawn of creation, Banks might fail, ships founder at sea, but this gold—it was there! It had to be there. A little yellow river of virgin gold! These ten men did the work of forty, They could hardly wait for dawn, and they worked at night while the stars stood eentinel at the castles of snow above the They scarcely ate their foud, they were 8o eager. However, there was but little to eat, They did not wear much clothing, although winter was in the air. One man had not even the fragments of sleeves to his only remaining shirt. This was the mau called Samson, He had arms like a giant, and would show the knots of muscle on the arms by the fire-light, and boast of his strength by the hour. He had & theory that the arms should always be entirely naked, He said he had torn off and thrown away his splendid sleeves in order to give the muscles of his arms f full play, and he advised all the boys to do the same, But it so happened that one night, after ne of these boastful exhibitions, having under. taken to dry the socks of these giants on a pole by the fire as they slept, the boy discovered that Samson had torn oft the covering of arms in order that he might protect his feet It is to bo recorded that Californian was particularly partial to Biblical names. There was one of this party called Joseph, *We calls him Joseph because one day he fell in the pit; and then, he's the biggest fool in the camp,” said Lazarus, a bor pockmarked, thoughtful man, aside to tho boy. One of this company was now called Lasses. Colonel Lasses was from the South and chewed tobac. o, Porhaps nothing pleased tho Col onel better than firing tobacco- juice at the thousand little lizards that darted up and down the shining white bowld ora that strewed the bar, T forgot to say that Colonel Lasses was not his namo, Lazarus, in a burst of confi dence toward the boy, had informed him that they at first had called the Colonel “‘Molasses Jug''—not because he was sweet, but because he looked it. But they had found it a little too long, and finally polished 1t down to “Lasson”’ There now remained only a fow foot botwoen the enorgetic miners and he abrubt bed-rock wall before them Yet no man for a moment entertained a shadow of a doubt that his fortune lay there, in virgin gold. Or if any man for an iostant had a doubt, he kept 1t to himself. True, only a tew foet romained, But even a few inches would bo enough to hide a vein of in- calenlable wealth, Who should dare to doubt, after all they had endured and dared? No, there was no possible show for Fortune to escapo them, The gold must bo there, For was not win- ter nipping at their heels? Was not the last bit of rusty old bacon in the camp-kottle with the last handful of Chile beans? They had not tasted bread sinco the Sunday boefore, the last timo thoy had all “gono down to the Flat, and then thoy had pawned the last six-shooter of the crowd for a Inat rquare meal! Bread! Their broad was hope, Aud of that they bad plenty. But now the boy fell ill—suddenly and seriously ill. ~ Ho had never quite pulled up, and now, all at once, just a8 they were about to strikeit, just on tho eve of the next to the last day, he broke quite down, and lay half-deliri ous with a fover, a8 the 1men came up from the mine by moonlight and quietly gathered about him. They had somehow learned to love himin spite of themsclves, He was indeed yill. But what could they do? There was no doctor at the F.at. Thers was not even a drug storo. Andif 1hore had been, what then?” Every pis oo, pifle, knife, availabla been the early article, had “put up,’ vhey called it y on the work, at last eviod Timothy, the impulsive young fellow who had first welcomed him, “boys, T have an iden; yes, boye, I have. Lat’s make the kid a partnor!” ‘Jist as we're strikin’ it?” murmur- ¢d avoico with a southern accent, out on the edge of the dark. Then aftera pause, long enough to turn aquid, the voice answered itseli: “Wa-al, yes, Timothy.” Nut Crackers was not a talker. His lips quivered a little, and he went out agide in the dark. There was a deep silence. The pro- position seemed absurd to nearly every man there. The riyer surged on, now louder, no softer; the firy leaped and licked its red tongue, asif about to break the stillness, and that was all. But Timothy wes in dead earnest, and hearing a voice out in the dark break- ing the awkward silence never so faintly, was on his feet. ““Ho may die, boys' He may not live till morning.” “‘In that case——in that case, T guess we can do 1t,"” chipped in the man from Maine, “Look here, boys, if we strike it, there is enough for us all. And if— if—" hore Timothy’s two forefingers hooked to gether angrily, as 1f they were ready to strangle each other at the thought—""if we don't strike it—" Severil of the men were on their feet and glaring at oach other. The speaker hastened on: “But of course we will. Boys, it's there, Of course it's there, 1t's got to be there. 1 never doubted it, boys. But T am a bit superstitious. And as I sat there looking 1n that boy's face, I says to myself, says 1, boys, God wouldn't, couldn’r, ~disappoint that face, Now, if he was in h us, buys, we wouldn't possibly miss it to- morrow.” No man answered, but several crossed over to the other sido of the fire to the boy, and Lazarus put out his hand to the sufterer, and said ten- derly, us he took up the thin and helpless fing rs: “Shake partner, shake, of us now."” Even the sour and silent man from Maine came up and shook the boy's hand; then, as he shufiled off to his own side of the fire, he eaid, half to himself: ““Well, if wo do miss it neow, there's one good deed we git credit for, any- how*" ¢'Key-rect, boys,” said the laconic Colonel, a8 he gave the hand of fel- Jowship and walked off, feeling some- how broader in the chest and bigger about the heart than he had for over a You're one year, “But if God A'mighty goes back on us now after what we have done— wa-al, Ill jist " But the last of this specch was drowned in the roar of the Sacramento river as it rolled away in the darkness with its mighty secret that, on the morrow, should be torn from its very heart, In the lull which followed a voice wus heard out in the dark in the di- rection toward which Nut Crackers had gone, stumbling and twisting his long, ungainly legs over the great bowlders. Aud as one of the men spoke to the kid by the fire, of to- morrow, of the gold, the going home, the wife waiting at tho door three thousand miles away, the old mother waiting with one foot in the grave, who could not go to rest till she said good-bye to her boy, the moon seemed to come down out of heaven to see and the river to stop and listen, This was the eve of battle, What victory or defeat for to-morrow. No coward had as yet ever set his face for the Sierras. ch man here was & hero, And every one of these worn out fellows had a heart like a girl, THE JELM MOUNTAIN Mining and Milling Company. ¥orklng Onpital! k. apital § « - - - - - & . ¥ 'ar Value of Shares, = - = _ 800,000, - 000, 3TOCK FULLY PAID UP AND NON-ASSESSABLE Mines Located in BRAMEL MINING DISTRIOT, OFEXCORRS:, DR. o 1, THOMAS, rosldont, Cumming Wyoming, WM. E. TILTON, Vice:Prosidens, Cammins, Wyoming K. N. HARWOOD, Secrotary, Cummins, Wyoming, A. G. LUNN, Tressurcr, Cummins, ;Wyomin VR, S O RN 58 M, 3. 1. Thonine Loats Miller W. 8. Bramol, A. G. Dunn, N, Harwood Francis Leavons, Goo. H, Falos, Lowle Zolman, Dr.J. ©. Watkine, 100 Km 1@ W CAYOALL, Aathasied Ag Even the laconic Colonel hooked his knuckles in his eyes and, turning away 80 a8 not to be seen, muttered: ““Blast me if Nut Crackersain't out there a-prayin . As tho man came back out of the dark, a song burst out in the moun- tains by the camp-fire, such as the Siorras had neyer heard before and will never hear again. It was not the words, not the air, not the singular occasion. But it was the heart, the hopo—the extrame «f hope which 18 despair. It wus the old and simple song, lined by the man from Maine: From Greenland’s icy meountaing; From Injy's ec u Where Afric eountaing Roll down their golden san’, Perhaps it was the “‘golden sand” that had so long filled their souls, sleoping and waking; may bo it was the “‘icy mountains” about them that invoked the song. But whatever it was, the hymu broke out and rolled ou to full completion as strong and as resolute as the river it outsung, The man from Maine sane loudest of all, it seemed that the power of the moun- tain was in his voice. And the boys no longer looked down or turned aside now, They shook liands 1 hoarty mountain fash- ion, and aang and sangtogether again. It seemed that they had never become acquainted through all that summer | betore. | When they had finished the hymn for the second time, the man from Maino grasped the hands of Lazarus and Nut Crackers and eried out: “Once more, boys! Once more! And, boys, the p'int and main thing in the prayin’ and the singin’ iy that the kid gets well of course. But, boys, chip in a sort o' side prayer for the mine. Now, all together: From Greenland's icy meo-u-n-t'ing, Yes, boys, heave it in for the mine, on the sly, like. Keep her up, now! From Iniy's coral str-a-n’ Where Afric's sunny feo-u-n-t'ing Roll down their golden s-a-n’. Yes, boys, weather eye on the mine; don't cost a cent more, you know, to come right out flat-flooted for the mine, 8o that she can't miss in the mornin’ under no possible derned cir- cumstances,” The song was finished, and with light hearts they lay down at mid- night—soldiers in the trenches, wait- ing for the dawn. The boy had heard and understood it all. He was not so ill now. Care, the thought of those at home, the hope deferred—these things had made the heart sick and the bcdy sick. But 1t _tar Sale Af Ghock: Bae ¢ 40 Amahs And we dammed the Sacramento As it never was dammed before, Joseph had the boy on his shoulders, while Nut Crackers followed close be- hind; and in this order thoy entered the only hotel, with the others string- ing in after them, “‘Barkeop,” began Joseph, as ho sot- tled the load on his shoulders, “we wants to pawn this 'ere boy for one squar’ meal to git away on, and we'll come back in the spring and redeem him. Yes, wo will. If we don’t, bar- keep, may we never strike it—here, or up yonder.” And what a dinner it was! But Joseph, Timothy, Samson, Laz- arus, gentle Nut Cracker, where are you now? And what befell you brave soldiers of fortune, after you came back in the spring and redeemed the pledge! Are you elimbing the moun- tins still? Or have you left them for ever and becowe merchant princes, railroad kings and leaders of your fel- low men? If there is one of you liv- ing anywhere, in whatever circum- star.ces, answer one who loves you well, fcr ho it was you pawned for your dinner when you dammed the Sacra= maonto. “Saved and Restored.” SueLnyvinie, Ind, May 25, 1881, H. H. Wagrzer & Co.: Sirs—After suflering for nino years from chronie Kidney dizonse and given up to dio by tho doctors, T was saved and restored to health by the uso of your Safe Kidney and Liver Cure Jull0dlw D. Lubrow. OISR Murray Iron Works, Burlington lowa. Semi Portable Engines, FOR CREAMERIES, PARM MILLS, Printing Offices, Ete,, .5 A Specialty. The Largest Iron Working Establish- ment in the State, MANUFACTURERS Of now he should have gold! Gold! Gola! Not for himself had he come to the Sierras, But there was a mother who had been tenderly reared, there was a father who had been a scholar in his day; then the little ones—all these had been pitched headlong into the wilderness, and were utterly out of place. How he pictured the return— the escape from the wilderncss! It made the blood leap in his heart, and after a night of sleep he felt a new flush of strongth with the first gray of dawn, when the men were on their knees before Fortune in the mine, No man had tasted food. No man thought of that. And well enough, too. No! Their fiest meal should be down at the Flat. They would all take back their pistols, rifles, rings, and kuives, and pay the with gold ravished from the unwillingriver. The hoy sat on the bank, wrapped inn m.mfi,ut, just ubove the knot of enger, broathless men, The dull, blunt packages were driven to the eyes at overy blow. The worn-out shovels sent the gravel ringing to the rear. Only one foot now remained! Wae the gold hidden in the last lit- tle erevice in the riverl Where was ity Tt was there! It must be there! But where! At last the pickax struck through, The gravel shelved off and fell down with a dull thud, and a pan was wash- ed in a trice, Not acolor, And not an oath was heard, Draw u red line right hereand remember it, Not a single oath was heard, And these men were neither unskilled nor out of practice in that line, Quietly and mechanically the boy wort back and gathered up the few 91d blankets that would bear transpor- tation, Joseph went up the river a lit- tlo ways, opened the flood-gates, and as the last man climbed out of the pit, leaving the battered tools behind him, the waters came booming over iike a mighty inflowing tide, The huge and weary old wheel ceased to creak, and the Sacramento swept on its old swift fashion, The group of men was not so de- pressed, not 8o miserable, after all, as you might think, as they hobbled back to camp and took up their blankets. True, they turned their heads for a last look as they climbed the hill away from the bar, but it was notice- able that they still did notswear, The man from Maine muttered something about yet making the river pay by rafting lumber down it, but that was all, o boy's legs failed him at the first hill, and Klut Crackers took him upon his shoulders, Boon another took him, and 80 iu a sert of glorious rival- ry these vauquished Trojans reached Portuguese Flat. And as, tired and heartless, they stumbled into thetown, Steam Engines, GENERAL MACHINERY. The Howard Automatic Cut-0f Steam Engine. Send for Cireulars. $5,000! To Safe Experts AND NANUFACTURERS THE NEBRASKA NATIONAL BANK Of Omaha. I8 purchased of the Corlirs Sato Manufacturing Co,, of Providence, R. L, a wafo whi h is gusr= an in writing to b “absolutely burglar proof for w poriod of thirty-six hours Continuous and u disturbed a‘tack with the use of such toolsand applicancesas burglar can owploy,” and in o practica ly unconditional way. This bank d-+ircs & thorough test made upon this safo, and in oase of failure to stand it the bank will be at liborty to purchase any other saf and may return this to the ufacturers, m2s-1m i writhng to dopoait w £,000.00, upon the sigoing of an agreement a8 above—tho said sum to be d within the +afe and t0 be forfeited tothe party operating in caso itis forcl 1y opencd and ") contents rab atractod HENKY W, YATES Cashie, MROMN BOHAMP, Vice Frea't. Bec, and Treas, JOHN BrABLER, Proslde W. 8. Drisux) THE NEBRASKA MANUFACTURING CO Lincoln, Neb- MANUFACTURERS OF Qorn Flanters, murrows, Bulk Hay Hakes, Bucket Ele ml &, We are prepared o do Job work aud waoat taring f0f OUHG partios Addres sll orders NEBRASKA MANUFACTURING €O., Tinooin Nev FAST TIME| 1o golog Ese' take the ithicago & Northwest- Traing leave Omaba 8.40 p. m. and 7:40 &, m. For .41 information call ou H, P, DUEHL, Tic- they lustily sang a song with these worda for the chorus: ket ‘genut. 14th aud Faroam sts J. BELL, U, P, Nallway Depot, or at JAMES T, CLARK, Genorak Agent, Omaha,