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I mk BILL'S NUGGET. BY OWEN HALL. [COPYRIGHT, 1896.] There were only three in our party, Tom and me had come to Coolgardie to gether, being old mates, and then we come across Bill on the field. He were a queer chap always, were Bill. Work? Well, I won't say as ever I knew a hand on any diggin's as could beat Bill for work, take him all around. Early and tote Bill were there whoever weren't. He would work eating he would work talking—though it weren't much talk tog you would get out of Bill, not a reg'lar thing anyhow. Why he seemed as if he worked of nights after he'd turned in did Bill, and it was all gold, every word of it. Yes, for the matter of that he was a reg'lar whale at work, and no mistake. When Tom and me first come across him Bill was down on his luck. His tucker had just about panned out, and be hadn't not a shilling left to buy wa ter, which seeing how water were a pound a bucket at Coolgardie just then •and scarce at that, were awkward. Yes, I reckon we were a Godsend to Bill, that's about what we were, Tom and me, when we offered to take him in mates. Ifot but what it was right enough for us to. Tom and me had a matter of may be 30 pounds between us and we were pretty old hands at the job, but the place were new to us, and Coolgardie, like most fields, had ways of its own. We knew Ballarat in the deep leads, and we'd been mates at Palmer river, but this weren't like them—not a little bit. "Now, Bill, he'd been here two months 4ind he knew most all there was to know about the place, and so come about as we went mates with Bill, and just then Bill waa mighty glad to be took by cnybody as could get a bit of tucker and a bucket of water—you bet. After all's said let's be fair to Bill. He «ould work, and he did—never a man letter—and if he didn't turn out not ^straight as mates had ought to be, well, ef ter all Bill had temptations, I reckon. Bill wasn't to say big, but he was •utrong, and as wiry as they make 'em. Tom and me was used to work, but bless ye, we weren't in it not alongside of him at his best. He was a good-looking -chap enough too, was Bill, leastways «11 you could see of him, which wasn't to say much, being he was that hairy, And water being scarce, you oould't •cay not exactly as to color, but his eyes you could see and Bill's eyes were out of the common. Look out they did from under his eyebrows eager and anxious like—always eager and anx ious, as if he could see something rich just ahaud of him. Bill never talked much—not while he •was awake, anyhow—and when he was asleep his talk didn't amount to nothing about himself. He might a been a dook in his time, might Bill, for anythit-g •ever he said to the contrary and he anight have been a'most anything by Lis •tongue—only one thing was sure, Bill 'hadn't always been a digger, no, nor yet -lor so very long, neither. No, he were a •queer chap, were Bill, but take him all round I've meta sight o' worse mates in any time. We stopped at Coolgardie for a month and it was long enough, too. Gold there was, I admit it, but it hadn't no sort of consistency. You might work till ye struck gold and perhaps get a nuggetor two and thought ye had come on a good thing, and then, after you had broke your heart following of it up for days, you'd as like as not kick up a nugget with tho toe of your boot as you was going to work right a-top of the ground. That was the worst of Cool gardie. Gold there was, and plenty at that, but a duffer was just about as likely to come across it as a digger, and a lazy chap that loafed about like a Chi naman, all eyes and no hands, had every bit as good chance as us that worked early and late to get it. We were getting pretty near full up of this, though we were making tucker 1 I READ IT OUT LOUD. at it, mind you, all the time, and Bill he was the fullest up of the lot. One day there came news that gold had been •truck heavy to the northwest a matter Of twentymilesoff orso. ^Billwas wild to lw off, and though we heard that ^there was no,water found yet it stood to sfeskon that somebody would find it, and «nyhow water carts were sure to go •Where there was gold. The new field was out beyond the Bed Sunset range, and wo concluded to See what it was like. Twenty miles don't sound much, but twenty miles over half sandy ridges, 'dairying a five-gallon keg of water as tucker and took totes up of. tT.Job"-by the tinieye gets whst Big was aUg^here at the job—he was mostly ai *vajrs keen, was Bill. Mia We caroptgdet last in alikely look ing spot au by ourselves. Top called it Dry-fj^raps gully, by reason it wasofte sheet o^some sort of short fiu* as yellow as gold and as brittle as straw. There was ho time to lose, for do your best you had to drink more or less, and there wasn't a sign either of water or of another party to be seen from the ridge of our gully. It looked like a race between luck and thirst, and the thirst were sure while the luck were doubtful. I can't say I liked the look of things, no more didn't Tom, but Bill he waa just wild. Anyhow we'd come and we were bound to give it a trial. For three days we worked in that gully early and late and every hour the water got lower, and we grew more and more thirsty. Dry! Never in all my life had I known what it meant before our throats burned and ached, our eyes sunk in our heads, our hands began to tremble, and, work as hard'as vfre might our skin got drier and hotter. We had found gold. It was no use trying to dig for it. but we had fossicked about over a good part of the gully and there was gold everywhere. But bless ye what was the good? That night when we knocked off there was only about a quart and a half in the keg. I looked at Tom, and Tom looked at ne, and I could see that it was settled. "It's all up, mate," says Tom, "and a pity, too, for there's gold here and no mistake." I looked at Bill, but he said nothing. "Yes, Tom," said I, "it's all we'll do to get back on the water that's left unless we have the luck to fall in with some." Bill looked from one of us to the other, and at last he broke out: "Going back, are you? Going back when here's gold to make us rich, waiting for us?" "It'll have to wait then, mate," said Tom. "Gold's good, but it ain't quite good enough." Bill looked from Tom to me and then from me to Tom, and his eyes shone like glowworms in the dusk of the tent. "You mean it, do you?" he said in a sort of a hoarse whisper: "Mean it?" An' Bays Tom, with a sort of a gurgling laugh seeing as how his throat were dry: "Mean it? I should say so, mate, raythur!" Bill looks round first at one and then the other of us, and then without a word he rises and flings himself out of the tent. I lifts the flap a bit and sees him marching down the gully a-throw ing his arms above his head in the moonlight, for it were full moon that night. "Bill's cranky, Tom," says I. "Looks like it, mate," says Tom. "Well, I reck on he'll come to hisbearin'sby mornin'." With that Tom coils hisself up on his blanket and goes to sleep, and after a minute or two I does the same, being just about worn out with work and want of water. It was daylight when I wakes and looks around. There were Tom lying where he dropped overnight, but I sees nothin' of Bill. "Hillo," I tries to say, but I couldn't say it rightly, my throat was that dry. So I stirs Tom up with my foot. "BUI ain't here, Tom," I says. "No more he ain't," says Tom, sitting up, "the more water for you and me, mate." We scrambled out from under the tent and looks around. The sun were just up, but there weren't a sign of Bill, look where we would. "The devil!" says Tom sudden, look ing hard at the tent, "he's been here, sure enough, and left this wrote. Here, Dick, you're ascollard wot's this wrote on the tent?" I turns round, and there, sure enough, on the flap of the tent were wrote with something that looked like chalk: "You want to go back to Coolgardie —you can go. I've found what I came for, and it's mine now. Good-by—Bill." I read it out loud, and we stands and stares first at the writing and then at each other. "He's mad, Tom," says I at last, "and he's gone without a drain of water— poor beggar." "Mad or not, I reckon he's come across a nugget, and he means to keep it. Not if I knows it, mate, not by chalks. Fair doos atween mates, is wot I says, an' wot I says I sticks to." It were never much good arguing with Tom. It wasn't much that he'd say, but there was no turning him once he took a notion, and Tom was death on getting hold of Bill and sharing the nugge't. At last I gave in and risked it and started. It was easy to see the Way Bill had gone, for there were his marks on the soft ground and sand, not clear, but as like as not the first steps that had ever been there since first it was made. He couldn't have gone far, Tom said, and we took the drop of water that was left, and started. I'd have given it up hours before, but Tom held on like a bulldog. Now and again we sucked a few drops of the wa ter that was left and then we went on again. Now and again we stopped and sat down for a bit when our legs trem bled too much, and then, without a word, we staggered up and went on again. At last we had drank it every drop and still the sun poured down on our heads like white metal out of a fur nace. We staggered as we walked anrl we could scarcely see for the light in our faces. Our tongues had swelled up so big that they seemed to fill our mouths, and our throats were so dry they made a kind of whistling sound tfhen we tried to speak. Hour after hour, and every hour like a month, and still we struggled on. We couldn't go back, and we couldn't say what we expected togetby goingfor ward, but painfully, mechanically, dog gedly, we staggered on. We had been trying for hours, or for what seemed like hours, to get to the top of a low range that seemed as if it went away from us faster than we could travel. We had been so long that the sun had gone down behind it at last. Suddenly 1 found myself in a blinding glare of sunlight once more, and then I knew, though I couldn't see, that I had at last reached the top. I put my trtihbling hand over my eyes, and little by little Ibegantosee. At first it was gold, gold, only'i: great pea dazzling, ^pli—th^n it begjln"clear and I saw, What was it I saw? Water. Yes, glittering, flashing, blazing, it was wa- tsSL&IAI WSr* (|uv Tom waa behind 1 Med to, Shout, but I could joijri^£oint *jid wate my arms like a ma4$ba£ In another minute Tom had come ujir—he was like me nearly dead beat, ariflnjtag gered like a drunk, but he got" there somehow. But where was Billf I looked and Tom looked. There was the golden grass, and the low bushes, and the water that flashed and quivered in the low bottom where the sunlight made a yellow haze round the treetf that stood here and there with drooping boughs along the course of the cfeek, but not a living creature in sightr-not a sign of the mate we had risked so much to find. We stood for a minute, and then Tom whispered hoarsely: "Look here, mate, wot's the odds about Bill? Here's wa ter as is better nor nuggets." We stag gered rather than walked down the slope with the level sun shining in our faces. It was hard work even with tho sound of the water in our ears, but somehow we did it. We dragged one heavy foot after the other— doggedly, slowly, feebly, we did it, but somehow we did do it. The sun sunk lower and lower till it seemed to rest like a great) red circle on the top of a range that was far away in the west, and at last we were getting near the creek for we could hear the water rush and tinkle among the stones in the bottom. Ton^ had got a few yards ahead, and of a sudden Tom stopped. As I come up ha pointed to one side and he whispered: "Look mate, Bill's there!" He" was. Parched as wo were we couldnt pass him. The gush and the whisper of the WHAT WAS IT I SAWT WATER. water was in our ears, but we couldn't pass Bill—could he hear it too? We neither of us trifd to speak, but we crept over to where he lay. He waa half sitting, half lying against a bowl der, and he was looking- the other way so that we couldn't see his face, but Tom had been right. A big, rough, shapeless mass of almost pure gold was lying On the sand beside him—his hand lay beside it on the ground—his fitters somehow looked aa if they had been stroking it. "Bill!" I said, aa loud aa I co "Bill!" He never turned his head—he never moved. I went closer—I looked in'his face—then I knew. Bill was dead. |Hia hollow eyes stared out straight him his head was bent little fo: as if he was li&tening. With the si of the water in his ear*, with his get on the ground at his side—Bill dead. We looked at him, but we said njoth ijjg. Then we staggered down to the creek—it wasn't fifty yards off xrom where he lay. There we crank and drank again. There we let the water run over our hands, and dipped ctir dry faces in the stream. At last we went bade to Bill. ,| We stood and looked st him, didJCom and me. "What's that in his ojither hand, mate?" Baid Tom, in a whisper. It was a letter, worn and brown, and frayed along the edge. "Let's bufy it with him, Tom," I said. "Not us, niate. Fair doos atween mates—that's Wot I say—mayhap it'll tell who it belongs to. Bead it, mate it can't hurt no one now." I read the letter as well aa I could. No need to say what it said, but when I had read it both Tom and me looked in Bill's dead face, and then we under stood. It wasn't a new story—lihad heard it often before a story pf a young and delicate wife and her little children brought to wt*nt and disgrace by a thoughtless husband and f«hert and yet seeming to love him al). the more. No wonder Bill was eager to get gold—no wonder he looked anxious and eager. I "What's the address?" Tom askeame, after a bit. I told bim what was o^ the letter. Tom stopped and lifted thf big nugget in both hands. "Bight yo mate," he said, "I reckon there's e: here to give them a start." N other word was said. Ro Tom gaj his share so Bill got hia nugget all. Bad for the Eyes. Don't sleep with eyes facing thai UjfW is a caution 'given by all oculisl W A test by closing the eyea when facia the light quickly shows that the stri in la only lessened, not removed, and tl te in terposition of an adequate shade Is grateful to the shut eyes as when they are open. It is sometimes necessary in a small room to have the bed fac the window, but even then by mea is of shades rolling from the bottom te ttead of from the top the window may cov ered to the few inehea left free fc the passage of air.—N. Y. Times. Bread Cramb Omelet. This is very excellent if served With roast lamb or veal. One pint of 1 oread crumbs, a large spoonful of paisley, rubbed very fine beat two eggs until very light, add a teaenpful of milk pep per-and salt liberally, and a teas] »oon« ful of butter. Mix all together and bake in A slow oven on a buttered piej |ate| when light brown turn it out and. jtervt at once. Cold ham minced fiiu mixed with this omelet will give ft extra relish.—St Louis Republic. 4 FARM AND GARDES. DRAINAGE OF'WOAbs._ It Is of the Utmost Importance to the Preservation of Highways. With wet or claye^ roadways, surface drainage alone is not sufficient. With out underdrainage the crown of such roadways will dry only by slow process of evaporation, during which time the topping becomes more and more rutted by the passing traffic. A subdrain in such Boil will not prove efficient for more than about 12 feet on each aide hence, two lines of longitudinal sub drains are needed on those parts of our country roads that pass through wet places, low-lying lands or clayey soils. They should have an average fall of about one in one hundred minimum fall, one in one thousand. At short in tervals, say from 36 to 100 feet apart, are placed cross drains to discharge the wa ter into the side ditches. These cross drains receive a greater fall, say up to one in thirty. Generally two and oue half to three-inch pipes are sufficient. It is advantageous to bed these.tiles in well-drained brick fragments and to cover them with road metal. Be certain that the tiles are correctly laid and that nothing interferes with their free dis charge. As said before, unglazed round tiles, about three inches in diameter and, under certain conditions, jointed with loose collars, are most suitable for subdrains. The bottom of the tiles should be laid both to the proper grade and below the frost line, after which the tile trench is filled up to subgrade with clean gravel, small field stones, road* metal, or broken bricks. The cross drains ure also made of unglazed tiles, with the exception of their outlet sec tions, which should consist of vitrified culvert pipes. Regular branch pipes should connect the longitudinal and cross tiles. On level reaches the lateral roadway slopes for surface drainage should not be less than one in twenty four, and side ditches should be pro vided, if necessary, as previously in dicated. Finally, a rapid discharge of the side ditches, if required, through pd jacent lands, is of the utmost im portance to roadway preservation.— Gen. Roy Stone. SHAKESfEARB ANSWERED. "What's In a name?" There Isn't much But what the facts explode: For instance, some call mud-holes such As shown above, a "road." —Good Roads. THEY GO TOGETHER. Better Roads and Wider Tires Are Needed Everywhere. Farmers have more reason to agitate for good roads than any other class, not even excepting bicyclers. Good roads to the former mean economy in reach ing markets often better markets, be cause they could be reached at the right time advantages #of social life in the winter and early spring saving in time and in the wear andbreakage of wheeled vehicles,, and a general ad vance in all that pertains to a higher state of civilization. Bicyclers are doing much to pro mote good roads. Now is the time for our fanners to make a positive mow in cooperation with them. One improvement must go along with that of better construction and drain age of the roads. The wheels of all vehicles should have wider tires. In France the width of tire is from three to ten inches, with the bulk of four wheelers six inches. In Germany every wagon for heavy loads must have at least a four-inch tire Austria requires a tire of 4% inches wide Switzerlad requires all draft wagons ty have a six-inch tire. If we were to build good roads our wagons, as now constructed, would speedily destroy them. They are road-destroyers as certainly as if built for the purpose. Go on and build the roads, and begin at once to reform the wagon wheels.—Western Rural. Hogs on a Dairy Farm. The Indiana Farmer says: "A gentle man who grows and fattens 75 to 100 hogs in connection with his creamery, says that in thi3 way he utilizes all the product, except the butter, and makes the business pay him largely. He never has any hog cholera, for ho keep? every thing clean in connection with his pig feeding, and the milk with bran and meal makes a succulent ration that keeps the pigs very free from'feverish conditions, and therefore very healthy. The milk and buttermilk with the bran, meal, etc., makes them grow rapidly, and at eight months he has 175-pound pigs to put on the market. He says by combining the two branches of busi ness he finds it very profitable." Feeding Pea Meal to Hoc*.: Pea-meal is rich in protein, which, when peas are fed to hogs, goes tobuild up the muscles or red meat. Tl&pens should be ground with oats or cdrn, us ing two parts oftheformer tothree of the latter for p*gs and.shoats, and one part peas and four -of oorn-meal for older animals. To build up the lean meat of the hog to give strong bones, shorts should be fed. Bran, mixed with corn-meal, shorts or some other similar feed, will prove excellent for breeding or stock hogs, but it is too coarse and chaff-like for use in large quantifies In hog feedihg.—Dakota Field and Farm. The milking should never be hurried, bnt the milk be drawn steadily and as it flows. .... tire Fackfcfes. Wither sales'jure made to .stttres or regular customers, it pays to send but ter away in as good shape as possible. Some customers prefer their butter in rolls containing one pound. A deft handler of the ladle will readily appor tion and shape the proper amount, after some experience, and affix her stamp, which Bhould be uniform and as simple as is .consistent with true ele gance, as a fern leaf, for example. If the butter maker is Inexperienced, or haa no scales (with which every house keeper should be provided), then pro cure a "butter-cutter," which cuts the butter into rolls or brick-shaped blocks containing one pound, and also affixes a stamp. We believe these cutters oan be procured at most stores. While the nice tact of most women will discern what ia proper, and so sup ply dainty and nice surroundings for their butter when sending away to mar ket, yet we have known some who were careless in this respect, and sent a really fine article, away wrapped in any odds and ends of muslin that came to hand. We have even known butter to be sent to "stores" wrapped in pocket handkerchiefs, and the lady who so ap parelled' it thought she was doing the genteel thing, too. In theae days of cheapness there In no excise for any housekeeper, no difference how limited her circumstances may be, not provid ing herself with at least two or three napkins or towels of linen, which should be set apart for butter alone, and not be made to do duty as a bib for baby, or to polish table ware. If no better can really be afforded, rather than de pond upon "fragments" of apparel, save the sacks of thin muslin that dairy salt is sold in rip apart, hem, laundry nice ly, and after wetting in brine, wrap one around each roll. Never wrap butter in paper, unless parchment paper is used. If your butter is to be sent to a dis tant market, use wooden buckets or tubs, which should be soaked in brine before the butter is packed in them. If you desire to pack your butter and await a rise in the market use stone jars. Have them perfectly clean, sweet and cold sprinkle salt lightly in the bottom and on the sides. Be sure that all buttermilk is worked out. Place the butter in the jar, and with the wooden potato masher, previously scalded and rinsed afterward, press evenly and firm ly have a cloth (an inch larger in cir cumference than the jar) wrung out of cold water, lay it over the butter and press out all the air, cover with an inch of salt, spread evenly, and press the cloth close to the side of the jar. When the next lot is ready to pack, take oil the cloth, salt and all, and lay it in a dish to be used again. The cloth and salt are to exclude the air. Proceed in the same manner as before until the jar is within an inch of being full then cut a cloth that will just cover the butter, press so as to exclude all air bubbles, then cover with brine, strong as can be made. It does not mat ter if it be thickened with salt. Tie up with another cloth, three or four thicknesses, and cover all with a plate or wooden cover. When wanted fo use, remove salt and brine rinse, and work out into rolls. Butter so prepared will keep almost indefinitely and preserve its flavor.—Mrs. A. C. McPherson, in Ohio Farmer. A DAIRY CONVENIENCE. Mpple But Excellent Device for Hanging Milk In Wells. Where ice is not at hand, the custom of hanging milk cans in the well, for coolness, is often practiced. The il lustration shows a device for holding four cans securely within the well, with a chance to draw up water between the cans, the curved iron rods affording this FOR HANGING MILK IN WELLR chance. If the well is for a not large enough square frame, a stout hoop can be used, thus economizing space. It is surprising how nicely milk and many other articles can thus be kept in a deep well, even in extraordinary hot weather. It Is equally surprising how many families fail to use this simple device, which is so easily made and so very convenient.—Orange Judd Farmer. THE ROAD MOVEMENT. Blqrclliti Should Tax Themselves Will ingly to Inaugurate It. That the "good roads" plank sug gested by the League of American Wheelmen was not incorporated in the St. Louis platform was not due to any lack of interest in the good roads move ment. It is not probable that a plank of this kind will be. incorporated in the platform adopted at any national con vention. A more direct way to accomplish practical work in this direction is to go before the -various state legislatures with carefully matured plans for, in stituting a system of road building that will coihmend itself to the country law makers and secure favorable action.. vA tax of one. dollar per 'year upon each wheel would yield nearly $200,000 in Chicago alone and would be opposed by very few wheelmen if it were applied directly to roadmaking. This is merely one of the numerous plans suggested, for inaugurating the movement in Illi nois. A dollar a wheel would build moire highways than 1,000 "good roads*'! plan** & i|*tlonaJ ^t|rms.-^Chioago through will lose its flavor. iBest Results prove Hood's Sarsaparllla the beat blood purifier, appetizer and nerve tonlo. la faol Sarsaparilla la the One True Blood Partner. All draggliti. Hood's Pills cure all Liver Ills. SB cents. ie TO Ton Will lake Virginia. July 7 and 21, August 4 and 18 tickets will be sold Xrom all points in. ihe northwest over the Big Four Route and ChettMppake and Ohio Ry. to Virginia, at pna-fsre plns ta.00 for the round, trip. HomeMekera should take advantage of this cheap rate to visit the. rich farm lands. Virginia never had a cyclone. It has a perfect climate, cheap transportation and the best markets in the world. Send for rates, free descrip tive pamphlet and list of desirable farms for sale. U. L. TRUITT, N. W. P. A., 234 ClarkStreet,Chicago. TEACHER—''ForwhatIsNantucketnoted!" Johnny—"For slippers." "Why, no it's noted for whaling." "Well, I knew it had something to do with slippers." Homeseekers' Excursions South. On the 15th and 16th of June, also July 6, 7,30 end 21st and several dates during Au gust, September and October, the Chicago & Eastern Illinois R. R. will sell first class round trip tickets, good 81 days from date of sale, for one fare nlus 92.00 for the round trip, to all points in Florida and the South. Tracks, trains, time, all the best. For fur ther information address C. W. Humphrey, N. P. A.. St. Paul, Minn. City Ticket Office, 180 Clark St., or O. L. Stone, G. P. & T. A., Chicago. HALF the misery of human life might be extinguished by mutual offices of compas sion, benevolence and humanity.—Addison. Gladness Comes Wtransient ith a better understanding of the nature of the many phys ical ills, which vanish before proper ef forts—gentle efforts—pleasant efforts— rightly directed. 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