The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, November 13, 1898, Page 24

FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 13, 1898. S k L GoY q »// i ! j i l"‘* I tention of losing his difnlty. After some political gossip between them, he v roposition. s ma&}‘ti kfi:.vv;hgtl)‘:ng, :))11‘,” he said, “to remind you of what youl a‘.rnt: :nwx:t‘;z doubtless already, that our section of the Stafe has the prior ¢ am i nomination for Governor this year. It is my desire to ask ao\tl) e the subject, sir, in the columns of your newspaper. It wo e S e favor to our section, sir, to make our claim on the office appa:‘en i H time, before those people in the northern section of the Btate clatm agal on some pretext or other.” Sam Wilson assented readily to the groposltion. He had been planning tbei the 5 a Scotch-Irish brand, whic h distkes to be driven. 3 “Send him over to consult with me, if you want to,” sald ‘Wilson. een here before.” Finally teh:;etnduced Holcomb to drop in, and for a solenfi? fi?mv of three cigars the glass door was closed, while the two men talkec 1¢ o¥er. Wilson began with congratulations, and continued with the alr of a man who sees resistance impossible. ~‘When a man has the Gtoven:grsl‘;é thrown at him like a bouquet,” he said, “‘he can't afford to refuse picl “He's it up. Personally I look at all these things as & d!slntereste'(ll party, but n'.‘ mighty impo: rou not to make a false move here. : g“B{t, g‘éo’d‘“fl‘éré‘?'w’-flmn.» said Holcomb, ‘imagine me trying to make a speech.” = E “We don’t want you as an orator, we want you to work. You can say P"I;{de-do. and we'll get an oratorical Lieutenant Governor to do ths alking.”" Holcomb we; in a state of submission, and in the morning the Herald ofclally anpeunced that Mr. Helcomb would certainly stand for the nomination for the Governorship. ‘“He is the man for the place,’ said; “the people have demanded him.” e Cul -Such modern methods of political warfare were too much for tfle’ ul berson coterie. They were overwhelmed in the beginning in dignified re- treat, After his first rebuft "Governvr”h({‘ullbt:rsontcould not be induced to ave Wilson approached in any way in his interest, I refuse, sll?,” B2 seid whea urg:ed repeatedly, “to have any communi- cation whatever with that poltroon that dirty scribbler, sir. h Hence it came about that his name was entirely ighored in the cam- palgn for the nomination. And as it was never once brought before the People to any extent, the people naturaily did not consider it in spite o the many [nsinuations of his personal friends that he could be persuaded to run. It is not a time when the people arise unassisted, and v;'ha.(bewelr popular uprising there was favored Holcomb. ie was a successful busi- ness man, an employer of many people—and on the whole a kind one—and he had the powerful reputation of a ‘‘bottomless barrel, with the politi- o The campaign for the nomination went on with a rush. The northern lad . } it i to do this for some little time. ha said, and he was very g end of the Stat £ fo line for our man, and the metropolitan T “Governor” had come In to remmd him of it. Nothing further on he press there was full of such phrases i o Ciptain ‘of Industry, s‘man of Governorship was sald. Both men carefully avoided it. Yet e energy and decided aracter.” ‘g power in financial circles. There Culberson was much pleased with his interview. When he arose to go, was progressive enthusfasm and pride in our own section. Sam Wilson complimented him on his health. Very few of us now noticed the tall, gaunt figure, who did not rejoice “You are looking extremely well, “Governor, * he Ll at our feast. For a few days after he realized that his case was hopeless, / The “Governor', acknowledge 3 Governor Culberson remained at his home, partly because he was phys- ““No doubt he will make a good Governor, sir.” “By the way, ‘Governor, ’ said Wilson, “are you older or younger than I am?’ “You are—"" Sixty-seven.” " “ "o "Atf, yu:seen, sir, I am a year your senior, sald the “Governor, T ola figure, with its gold-headed cane, tramped heavily awt;ry}.le A’;al‘x:b;mard his lootstepds Ohn tll('lemstu‘:rsd‘ Sam’” Wilson sank back hair and shool s head. figa%”l?gg gEdO;glfl)fl';v%%cthe world closely turough his gold-bowed specta- Vi ym ‘‘Governor’’ Culberson. In cles, and he lived in a different generation frl)just it of the old school of politics & man had become pos v test strength was none tdo strong. Sam Wilson re D raih nr.?!a semlle thegdnys when a fine figure and manners and fm’fifi‘ry tarded Rired by princely pay for what they could steal by out- i ded, e rvos ot the people and especially this one man. The N b e ms not for a benevolent old gentlemun. Tt may be dif- ferent In som other States, but we are killing Governors at 5. : Neveriheless Sam Wilson wanted the Governorship for our section, and SaertheleSaIl for it most heartily. At the northern end of the State A e o endency o demur at first, but the general drift of events e A O e 10 us.” There would be no difficulty in finding the proper the Herald asserted. : candidate, the o e that “Gbvernor” Culberson began to enjoy a fore- tasiy o joys of victory. The old-fashioned country politicians who formed his council of advisers considered the (‘hgl e already ma.do.} Was e Soh candidate in our part of the State? they asked. convincing- e o Fecalvod many calls and many letters from nomeless politi- a s ut themselves on record. clans, who wlehed 10 P Governor® considered it his duty to visit the Her- &1d office again. : ¢ * Vs <4 d to Wilson, “to congratulate you on your L e o e hpholding the rights of this section, sir.” C/ uphol e e ewhpahor man winced at the task there was before him, v, a vith customary vigo : ¢ bu"'};gl“;‘,'e’“}seL;nli';l:“‘"wn'ru going to get it, I'believe. Now, we have got to R 1ad you dropped in to-da overnor,’ for I have been Phinking over Bl Y ety hard, and I'd like to talk it over with you. it on how I see 1t. You know how we are fixed. The times are hard, Seviiish hard, and there's a gang of rascals up there at the State House S would rob a communion box. Itll be a hard fight, but we want to knock them out, and we want a man .frl\m this end of the State to do ft— a young man and a business man. T've given the matter a good deal of time and I think I have hit upon the right man for the place—it's ex-Lieu- tenant Governor Miles Holcomb of Johnsonville.”” He stopped & moment 2 o his words. 2 i"“\‘\?efix.nP(_]?lS\s?‘esrnlor.' # Tie continued, “what do you think? How would . or the place?” Holcomb do Ior tnd been sradually stiffening up for the blow during Wil- son's explosive conversation. His face was nearly purple when it fell. He t. " N aroge to his feet. an admirable man, sir,” he said. “No doubt he would : r. Good day, sir.” e od Governor, make a Rood O e ped his face as the old man stamped down the stairs. Ly 's work,” he said. Tri%;tss‘?\omr Wilson had something more to occupy his mind that day than = e must bring out in the morning the Herald’s candidate. He \E“‘g?\‘tl‘a?‘qlthe%Es:“el:erg'l(‘sgof a veteran political pleader into his appeal for Miles Holcomb. And to close up all ayenues of retreat he quoted “‘Gov- ernor” Culberson on the nomination. hat veteran leader of the party, the article ran, “ex-Lieutenant Governor Culberson, when consulted on the fcally prostrated by the blow and partly because he thought the eyes of all would be on him in the streets in pity and scorn. As a matter of fact, people did not think of him at all, further than to understand in a general way that he was sick. When he did drive out again they noticed how mueh changed he was by his illness. Indeed, it was almost starting; his face had lost its color, there was a little quaver in his voice, and an un- certainty in his step which had never been there before. His clothes were not so carefully tended to and there began to be a suspicion of dinginess on his immaculate shirtfront. People began to see that he was an old man. yourself, Governor,” his friends said. In the meantime the boom for Miles Holcomb still hurried along. The caucuses went solldly for him all over the State; a young lawyer from the north was to be made Lieutenant Governor. All records for harmony were surpassed. The question now arose as to who would present the name of our candidate before the State convention. olcomb, who had warmed up to the game by this time, was very much interested in this. He made up his mind he must have “Gov’’ Culberson, and with character- istic directness he went to him,and asked him for his services, “My dear sir,” replied the ofd gentleman, with dignity, “while I appre- ciate the distinguished honor you offer me, I fear I shall be obliged to de- cline. I could not do you justice, sir.”” “0, thunder,” sald Holcomb, “if I had only half® your gift of gab I'd be'a happy man. As it is, I lie awake nights thinking of how many different kinds of fool I'm going to be when I'm Governor. Culberson pleaded hard. *Mr. Holcomb,” he said, “T am not what I have been. Iam an old man, sir. I will tell you confidentially, sir, that my sleep s very broken, and my appetite has been leaving me lately. I am not_very strong, I fear, sir.” But Holcomb insistéd, and finally the old man yielded to him. “I could not refuse with honor,” he said to his friends. “The choice of ex-Lieutenant Governor, Culberson to present the nama of our candidate at the State conventlon,” said the Herald, “is a happy one. There is no other figure in our section of the State, or indeed in the commonwealth, that commands greater respect than our honored and esteemed fellow-citizen.” At last the day before the convention came, and we sent up a special train with our candidate. In the prospective Governor’'s car, back toward the rear, sat old “Gov” Culberson, a strange, erect, impassive figure amid the clouds of tobacco smoke. That evening he went for a short time with the rest through the corridors of the hotel, where the committee head- quarters were, and watched, as he had many times before, the spirit of Americanism worshiped with the incense of cigars and mixed drinks. He did not know many people there now, however, and he went to bed early for his effort of the morrow. 8 The convention of that year was a quiet and harmonious ona, without any marked features, and it is perhaps for that reason that I, with many others, had indelibly fixed in my mind the fine old figure of ex-Governgrn. Culberson as he made his little speech of nomination. There were some little things to regret about the affair—those little things in great occur- rences which are So painful—and the old man winced when the chairman referred to his former distinguished service as Governor of the State. But he had himself well in hand for the occasion, and was more a Governor in appearance than any man on the platform. 'His broadcloth was perfect, his linen immaculate and his carriage dignified and proud. He went to the crisis of his life like a Culberson and a man. There was some surprise at the start on the part of the northern dele- gates, but it changed into admiration as the old politician made his simple speech. He confined, himself to a plain, sincere eulogy of the party and the ability of the candidate to serve i “I am an old man, Mr. Chairman,” he said. “I have a feeling—indeed, 1 may say an assurance, sir—that I shall not be present at another guber- natorial convention. As an individual, sir, I bave not been eminent in our party, but I stand, sir, to-day as the representative of a generation of men now. nearly passed away, whose service has been honorable and distin- “You must take care of Sam the ranks of the m shrewd, he was the 10 et the blg machi off to play G sed his wi pinion of the choice.” et D eamont of & candidate made a more than usual row. Old wGovernor Culberson had many friends in town; besides we have a nat- GOyt e do not care t6 hand over to Johnsonville anything we can _reasonably keep ourselves. Wilson had worst part of It was, hi henomenon Solcamb was the head of the big Johnsonville mill. en who do things. pieal guardian spirit of @ cotton mill, and he recog- This announcemen cut out for him and he knew it. is candidate was not sure he wanted to run. s brought about by perfectly natural causes. Miles nized that there was Governor for a term, but that was only a side Issue. ine trundle along by ftself for two years while he went overnor. When he first Tead his name in the party to vour hands. to you how great. And the T1SS am about to brin and conscience—the man who is S5 b u dendes State—as your candidate. Big, broad-shouldered, rough and Once he had taken time to play Lieutenant He was nét anxious for me tc brin aper, it was g(o) not know 2&@ laid down @8 voung. guished, and in behalf of them I wish to hand over the welfare of our gr It is a party with a great past; May its future be as notable and as strong. “It {s perhaps fitting for me, as a man who is about to leave the stags forever, to Introduce to you the man who is about to occupy its cent before you, g¢ I need not say more. dict, your favorite as well as ours, and he does not need my introduction. The time has now come, Mr. CI to a close my little speech—the last I shall make at a litical gathering. It is said that it is the great fault of old men that they How to get through, but old And in closing I wish to propose to you, gentlemeén I need not rehearse itlemen, a man of great vigor and abiiity he unanimous choice of our section of tha He is, I venture to pre- hairman and gentlemen of the convention, men fearn their lessons, as weil an old- ho would h: k : & X rumored as a remarkable fact among the men Wi 1 b4 T o battom D Ty Ticart= WohR e s Copyright, 1588, by the author. figure remained among the ruins of the home, still starmg at the prize I {Ves to be Governor for one month that he swore vigorously, . o] ue."érf'é Lo fio‘cmg_ T PO party, N some parts of the country there f Jdeutenant Governor C litary representativ ore them X and his long-t 's pict on had ing, but expecting ng and thir le sil ster A great m is made of stern stuff. overnor and his father a Senator. He the beginnir of the decade, when he had j of the State. He strove with every pow ; 5 s Iy powe ity to retain the position. He was ¢ and as particular in hi: bride. In the s be still isolated specimens of e Iberson . who lived with the ideals of Webste His tall and stately figure, his smooth- led legislatol ires, but now extinct as the dc in the minds of those opening apostrophe of “fellow sut of an individual's life, but it is rather less than and the manufacturing town of Johnsonville, ten miles away. things happen in ten years, but the ambition of the Cul- Governor Culberson's grandfather had Governor” Culberson was the most prominent figure in our sect ticular in Bis appearance 2s o bridegroom cantime his wife, a beautiful old-ti o e died and his children had all moved away, but the fine oia fasmimead arly With us he remained fine old-fashioned po- d Calhoun and aven e pre- in real honored in who h; arouck e of ave until he s coat, of the who wer tize ear; to be Gover- n years waited ten fervently to be fe pleadi truth ab had ne intended to live up to the fam- ust retired from the Governor- he possessed con erect and hearty a but the fine old-fashioned which should con: in the s st call on Sa now only a mem come down to us from another generation. 1e drew up to the curbing before the office, and the “Governor” him- ny another illustrious man up the dingy stairs siding genius of the place, seated in t dusty newspapers around him. will never be published, S Other men made fame And many an unformed soul l‘:r\ s had clamvered up th 0o be made self followed the steps of man penetrated to the pr untidy temple, with the sacrificial pil of the underside of thi greatest figure in h y ison made the men. > outer world which surrounds politics > and many men famous in local history had come Submissively at all hours of the day and night to beg a favor or to ask ad- vice, and many a letter came into that oid black walnut desk, franked ut he recognized in a dim w served it in the fortune: tions of pape sat down together, s and T of others. ster of politicians, staring at him over his mmate his career. ring of the eventful year “Governor” Culberson made m Wilson at the Herald office—the once noted ‘‘Sam,’ ory in the minds of those queeer gray old newspaper men When “Governor’” Culberson opened the door of Sam Wilson's little den vay that he had reached a crisis In his affairs. himself experienced the power of the man, yet he had often ob- Sam Wilson sat before him at his shook hands warmly, cleared a chair Yor his visitor from the accumula- : and closed the glass door. aiting for the first move—the one with the hope in his breast for the fulfillment of the ambition of his life, and the other able in a sense to give It to him, or, at least, to get it .for Put the Culbersons are not the stuff that suppliants are made of. ey flrye e pres: 2 E = Governor” was a petitioner at the power of the press, but he had no in: ooooooooooO0OQ0000000000’36000OOOOOOOO000000000000000000000000000 Then the two old men The “Governor's” HOICOWR. 5% man’s door, said is little going. the Culbe “He's obstinat He 3 old. sonville, next mornin the people, the: might have felt quoted Latin to pro ut the Johnson him. The 0000000000000 V00000C000000000WO0CO00D00N00000000000UC00000000000000 Romance in the Life of an Indian Who Fought With the Rough Riders to Tampa and Muskogee she had gone Had Cross. offered her services to the Tho She had followed him almost to the field of battle, and when he Wag wounded had begged the privilege O assisting in his care. Hume recovered in time to ride again with the Rough Riders and when those reckless fighters were mustered out he went back home and was quietly mar- etter than Sam Wilson the man he b SN Within twenty-four hours Sam was visited by or the tools he had to a half dozen Johnsonvi Holcomb. These he in: structed to win Holcomb around immediately. It at the nominaticn for Governor comes knocking at a “Besides, you can tell him it won’t hurt his busi- he title of Governor. on fellows from here will be over right away e got an early start and you want to keep ness any to have had tl off, too, because the Culb, to see what he will do. ter thinking the matter over a couple of days, vilson was right. Af! g Sam Wilson Wo S T fecided to approach Holcomb to learn his position. v foun n still undecided, oy sfcosltxrg?\l-?q brand, whicly disiikes to ba drivensss Al uS e 2 B Temperance vote ™ : ““He says he ¥1a.\'ed frantically, and the big body broke into the confusion of leaving. he platform was crowded with prominent men exchanging greetings or sonville mel e Johnsonvllle e perance vote,” said one of them. “wwhat if it does?” said Sam. you what I'd do if T ere in this thing. or they will want him, and it's ab and get up a rousing citizens’ from it. immediately, people want Holcomb, 0 T om._You go over heard fr)m’ul let him hear crowd brought out in one W v sent the call of the people. was chosen to, present (e S0 0¢ such a demonstration from the heart of re could be no doubt that any hest ahout accepting the nomination would be overcome, and No man could afford to disregard such a call. ville men were stil] in doubt about their man. Governor of the State.” cians, among them two or three friends of to make Governors of.” You want to start at him right and, in spite of the assaults of his friends, o Dibe. tion_with credit. Then the minor business of 1'd get the peopte started. The ut time they were meeting in John- That's what I'd do.” and the citizens' meeting was The Herald announced the empty home. I saw him on_the train. seat. ancy which Mr. Holcomb steadily at the back of the seat He was a man does not enjoy watching. The fine old figure stood erect for a few seconds, while the cheering arose and died away, then sank back into a chair. ‘““That,” said a gray-haired delegate next to me, “is the stuff we used The exercises were pushed forward at a speed which is only obtained when everything is cut and dried. inating was over and Miles Holcomb made his speech of acceptance. It was a short speech, evidently ready made, and delivered with the schoolboy gestures of a man unaccustomed to tfalking. bearing of the candidate for Governor showed to the discerning eye, even under these disadvantages, that he was a man capable of fllling the posi- It was but a short time before the nom- Yet the resolute face and the convention was rushed off, the band W takes for th Governorship to revolve around to our section— from the White House itself, asking information from the man who knew S it will cost him $25,000 a gear ouf of the business, ‘and we have to divide it between ourselves at the county seat at more about the State than any man alive and who did not fear to tell the ;fln‘,‘e:‘f“;",,“w;'h,w: e d e nevek was much on luxuries,” T the canalaats Nt Contas e th e e : ea; “He can afford it, can’t he? Now, I tell Men do not do_these things right, as women do. Old “Governor” Cul- berson stood up slowly from his chair at the edge of the platform. No one paid the slightest attention fo_him; group in the center of the stage. crowd, then turned slowly away and started down the platform 8teps. A little district telegraph boy, who Was at the press tables below, helped him they were headed toward the The old man looked uncertainly at the itions. As a matter of fact he was always called “Governor.” The desk. a gray old schoolma The politicans set much shorter and eas A L e ed apeciacles. Wilson showed noisurprise at the visit; sooner or later he POl S°5ient the village band had an open date. There was a on with his coat, and_waiched him with awe as he plodded. i orter and easfer to say than “Lieutenant Governor.” at bowed spectacles WASon SPEWET BT S5 ne “was very cordial. He brought off the firct BE e D ther a0 o Giesntlon ‘of Tandere. Sar e wot-straieht toitin SEAlE wofl taa s Bt in i b e . He was crouched in the corner of tha His hat was drawn down over his eyes, his stock was somewhat awry and his shirt front was dlsarnmfied and rumpled. He was staring before him. It was the sort of thing that Battle to Keep 200,000 Sheep Out of the Yosemite Reservation The war called off the regulars who had been guarding the great Yosemite Reservation and Shot a rival, fled to Mexico and after fifteen years returned to fight for his country against the Sheepmen took advantage of the situation to drive in their Sheep by the thousands. What i X 2 ried to the girl of his heart. Spain, was dangerously wounded and nursed back to life by his early love, who had enlisted Lieutenant Hume will have to stand trial for the duel of fifteen years ago. as a Red Gross nurse ICHITA, Kans., Nov. 10.—| up, but although he consoled his honor | him against excitement. e with the thought that the fight had | hands belonged to Mabel White. The voice and But as the witnesses are now dead the story of his and Mabel’s heroism so well known and the general feellng so strongly in his favor, it is not difficult swarmed over the Yosemite National hundred thousand sheep spring came in the mountains the war in Spain gave dther and graver business troubles the inspectors had to drive them out is graphically told below. half a dozen counties, men who for ten or twenty years before the mark was Miss Mabel White, a Red| : i - e verdict. Cross nurse, and Carrol| been fair and square, he feared the Immediately after the meeting at | to predict a mild Park during the past summer. WHhen | than acting as a park patrol to the established had tramped the region un- Hume of Company I ot 1en| Cherokee laws, and - determined on United States cavalrymen who had | e iey kuew every twist and turn it : " i Boiey’ T, I LS rym ad | possessed, had been employed as steers- Fume of Company of the looked after the reservation in former | men for the flocks. No sooner had the here the other day, at the| residence of the bride's father. Their marriage marks the final chapter in a story that has taken fifteen years to work itself out, a story that teems with romance, bravery, constancy. crime and tragedy. Fifteen years ago Mabel White was a | fair little lass with skirts ankle-high, | ard a heart full of hope. She loved | young Hume and he loved her. It mat-| tered nothing to her that he was ~ six- | teenth part Cherokee Indian, that his father was . member of the Cherokee | Legislature. His skin was as white and | as smooth as her own, he loved her | with all the flush of a first passion, and | she loved and trusted him. Her father | was a clergyn.an who had spent many | years among the Cherokees, and he had taught her that it was not always the | breed that made the man. She and her Indian lover would wan- | der among the trees and flowers in her | W father’s grounds and dream and plot | for a blissful future. Life seemed to| them one sweet stretch of bouquets and | sunshine. They might have married on the spot and lived it out in eventless tranquil- lity if some one had not introduced young Hume to the pleasures of Amer- ican firewater. There is that in the blood of the In- dian which boils and troubles under the | sting of liquor. A Cherokee quart of whisky is a devil. Carrol Hume tasted his first and his twentieth drink on the same night. As a result he quarreled with Harry Forq, a fellow tribesman, who in the opinion of young Hume had been too attentive to Miss Mabel. There werea quick inter- change of epithets, a short scuffle, a pause and an agreement to go outside and “shoot it out.” Silently they walked down the moon- lit road and paced off the distance, The two shots were simultaneous. Hume was unhurt, but Ford lay dead with a bullet in his heart. The shock sobered Carrol Hume for plus a the rest of his natural life. His first impulse was to give himself the parsonage and sounded a soft sig- nal whistle, His little sweetheart came to the 'window, and in rapid whispers he told her the story of the duel, which she as rapidly forgave. The eternal vows were plighted, and he slunk away In e shadow of the night. 1 This was nearly fifteen years ago— June 24, 1882. She 'was then 15 and he 20. Years passed and brought Mabel no word £rom her Indian lover. She was gent away to school and returned a matured, cultivated woman of beauty and poise. Of Hume nothing had been heard in the village since the night of his flight; but Mabel’s heart remained true and trusting. Years and years later, when the fugi- tive had traveled the most of the navi- gable world with a heavy heart and a persistent conscience, and was in Mex- ico®and about to return home and give himself up, the war with Spain was de- clared, and from ocean to ocean echoed | the call for volunteers in the American army. Carrol Hume was among those o0 heard and hastened. “Here is a chance for honorable ex- piation,” he sald to himself. '‘No one will recognize me mnow, I am 8o changed; I can go to the Territory and enlist - there, and maybe hear some news of Mabel.” A month later he was at Muskogee, an enlisted man; a week later he was a lieutenant in Troop L. = ‘While the soldiers were still at Mus- kogee, Humie walked down the street one day to come face to face with the | woman he loved. She had changed greatly and he was heavily bearded and marked by travel, but recogpition was mutual and immediate. She was not alone and feared to imperil him by a public recognition; so with mute greetings they went their separate ways. The next morning his troop left for the front. He fought in the thick- est of it at Cuba, where he was finally wounded and carried in a delirious condition to a hospital. He regained consciousness to discover an honorable collection of scars and bruises and the absence of his left arm. He also discovered a pair of soft white hands working over the ban- sml and a tender voice cautioning The Indian Rough From Photographs. Rider Lieutenant and His Red Cross Nurse Bride. years, and the owners of sheep in the San Joaquin Valley were not slow to take advantage of the chance to steal pasturage in the territory set aside “for the recreation of the people.” It was not until the end of June that the Secretary of the Interior, who has ex- clusive control of the park, had at his disposal a small fund ($4000) that en- abled him to employ a force of forest agents to police the premises. Then the fun began—the fun of man hunting, which of all forms of the chase is most likely to afford robust entertainment. ‘The superintendency of the park was intrusted by Mr. Bliss to a special in- spector of the Land Office, J. W. Zevely, who stationed himself at Wawona, near the southern border of the reserve, where the military guard has been in the habit of camping. Two other spe- cial inspectors, Messrs. Cullom and Buick, were assigned as assistants to the superintendent, and the body of the force consisted of eleven men of the ad- jacent country, most of them having plenty of the needful experience in. rough mountaineering. By the time when this patrol, divid- ed into two parties, started on its cam- paign there was scarcely a square mile of the park that had dot been overrun by sheep. The flocks were everywhere; up on the highest bench meadows, close under the everlasting snows, down in the hidden recesses of the deepest can- yons; creeping along the flanks of the most precipitous mountains; streaming in long array through narrow and tor- tuous deflles; clambering over vast bodies of naked rock lying between the gzflu bearing areas. ' kor a baker’s zen of scouts to follow and discover these herds, scattered through a terri- tory approaching 1500 square miles in extent and of an indescribably rugged character, and to induce or compel the herdsmen to remove their flocks beyond the limits of the park, was a work in- volving a good many of the character- istics of a lively guerrilla warfare. ) . ‘§ The cunningest old sheepherders in patrol taken the field than word was passed from sheep camp to sheep camp, a system of outlooks was created, and there began a series of rapid shifts and dodges that was highly creditable to the herders’ knowledge of topography and to their determination to get the last possible blade of forbidden grass before they should be evicted. But how those fellows did lie! There: was nothing imaginative or picturesque about their lying, but it was amusing in its way for sheer baldness of men- dacity. Most of them were Portuguese or French-Basques, but they all spoke Spanish. Their first little lie was in- variably to profess an utter ignorance of the English language; but when they discovered that there was a working knowledge of both Spanish and French among the patrol it was comical to no- tice how haturally they would “drop into” fairly fluent Yosemite English. And their ignorance of the park! It was the first time they had come inside the limits. They had only been in for a few days. They knew only one way out—which, singularly enough, was al- ways the longest way. ‘When these objections and excuses for delay had been put aside there was a string of others equally false and equally futile. And then, finding the uselessness of thelr petty pretenses, they would abandon the humbug with a surprising quickness and speak the truth as if their tongues had never ac- quired facility in lyine. It took six weeks of hard scrambling on horseBack where possible and afoot where the animals could not be taken to make much of an impression on the quantity of the invading herds. By the end of that time about 160,000 sheep had been expelled, and the more important central part of the park was fairly free from such trespassers. But all around the borders of the reservation the flocks continued to creep in, and it was not until late in September, when Troop A of the Utah Cavalry had replaced the civilian patrol, that the .last of the sheep men was cantured and ejected. —_————————— A Chinese athlete says that the bralns of the duck are the most strengthening food it is possible to\!ut. A