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was his leg,' and hurried on to the rear, fear, a little ealous of the place he held in mad as a hornet at the poor dead soldier everybody heart, and were disappointed for having deceived him."
that he di not figure prominently in the In 1874 times were good in camp and regular turday night shooting affairs every man had plenty of work ; early hours that had ..ade Caribou Camp famous far were, therefore, necessary, so about ten and wide. He wouldn't even oblige them o'clock our little party would break up. by going on a mild spree, so that they Rising from his large chair by the fire might use him to “point a moral and adorn place, the judge would gravely pull on his a tale.” He would persist in keeping out old blue overcoat, balance his hat on the of trouble. Even when the police made top of his round, bald head, and with a an unexpected descent on that quarter of hearty “Good-night, go to bed, you worth the camp peopled by the scarlet sisters – less vagabonds,” pass through the narrow women living, it is true, above the clouds, door, and be swallowed up in the dark- but far from angels in character - Judge
Woods escaped without even the smell of One accustomed to camp life, its rush fire on bis garments. Why would this and excitement, its terrible strain on mind man persist in being so delightfully irreand body, can hardly appreciate the charm ligious and yet so irritatingly respectable ? a character like Judge Woods had in the If the judge did ever suspend discipline, eyes of men plunged in a mad race for and candor forces me to admit he somewealth. His kind words were always wel- times did take a drop too much, he alcome because disinterested; he had no ways had the good sense to lock himself favors to ask, no motive prompting his up in his cabin and have it out all alone. actions other than a love for his fellow- On several occasions, just after he came men - a love so strong he often tried to to Caribou, he had been confined to his hide it under a mask of brusqueness, a bed for a few days with an attack of manner rough and foreign to him. He asthma, he called it - but we didn't ask wanted nothing from us but our friend. any questions. The tremor of his hand, ship, a place in our hearts, and the chance the dark lines under his eyes, and a name. to be our companion in the sunshine and less, almost indefinable sadness in face the shadow. And more than one poor and manner, went to our hearts and kept fellow, as he found his strength failing in us silent. Indeed, I think we loved him the awful race for gold, cast a longing more than ever after we discovered he was glance after the quiet, easy-going little human and weak at some point, as Heaven man, who seemed to stand aside and above knows we all are. There was a positive the crowd as it swept on to the twin goals charm in the fellow's good, natural useless- gold and the grave.
The camp changed, improved, It was an awful thing to look on, this progressed; work, bustle, and developwild struggle for gold; men seemed to meot seemed to touch all men and things, forget all else; one thought, one passion all but the judge and his mine, “The possessed body and soul. The glory of Sovereign People.” Men might come and the mountains, the sweet music of the men might go, they stood still together. pines, all the many-sided and wonderful As justice of the peace he was a unique panorama of nature, passed before them specimen. He would preside in his min. unnoticed.
iature court with surprising dignity, and Not so with the judge; into his quiet woe to the stranger who, presuming on a life came other and gentler influences; a bar-room acquaintance, failed to show due thousand beauties unseen by the feverish respect to the court. Some of the judge's crowd, a thousand sweet whisperings un opinions are still preserved in the Colheard by them, gladdened his eye and orado archives ; models of originality if echoed in his heart. Is it to be wondered not law. at that he kept young and seemed always One day, discharging from custody a happy ?
Chinaman who had escaped conviction for No one would ever think of calling the stealing chickens, owing to the lack of judge a good man; there was little in his proper identification, he said : " Take my life to suggest the presence of the reli- advice and get out of this place as quick gious element. While he kept on good as you can, you yellow heathen. As jus. terms with the clergy in camp, and they, tice of the peace, sworn to administer the like all the rest, were fond of him, they law, I can't hold you on this evidence, but could not bring themselves to openly ap- as an humble citizen of this great and prove the broad-gauge plan on which he prosperous mining camp, if I lay my conducted his life. They were even, I hands on you to-night it will be unpleasant
for one of us." Addressing the crowd of would shoulder his trout rod, and, fol. miners who filled the room, he went on : lowed by half-a-dozen children, start for a “It's a pity the missionaries can't civilize tramp in the woods. He claimed to be a these brutes, Christianize them up to a great fisherman, but he never was known level where a free and enlightened Amer- to bring back any fish from his excursions ican citizen can kill the yellow devils into the mountains. At last I discovered without striking a blow at his selfrespect the reason of his poor success.
I was and lowering his dignity. Sheriff, don't coming down the mountain one summer bring any more Chinamen here unless you afternoon, walking slowly, for I was very have enough evidence to convict them. tired. I had been over in the Grand MidIf there is any doubt, we can settle with dle Park prospecting. The ground under them better out of court. Here, I'm apt the trees was so thickly strewn with pine to execute the law in a correct but unpop- needles that my steps made little noise. ular manner, but when I lay aside my Suddenly, through a break in the underjudicial ermine I'm with you —with you bush, I saw the judge and a party of little every time."
children. The judge was seated on the The silver mine that originally brought ground, his back resting against the trunk the judge to Caribou occupied very little of a pine-tree in his arms was a little of his time ; indeed, he seldom visited it. child fast asleep. Playing in front of him Every now and then he would find some were the rest of the little party - six poor fellow in camp out of work and out happy children, their mouths and hands of money. He would at once decide to full of candy, all trying hard to laugh and do some new work on the mine, and send talk and eat candy at the same time. By ing the poor miner down into one of the the judge's side lay an open book, a volume drifts, keep him busy until he could find of Hans Andersen's fairy-tales – I recog. steady work in some other mine. No one nized its peculiar binding. His fishingin camp ever heard of any one being rod leaned against a tree, the fly dangling taken out of the mine. “No, he was only harmlessly over the little stream that went opening up the mine, not working it,” the hurrying by, merrily singing as it swept judge would say when questioned. “ The on from its home of play in the mountains mine is a splendid one; the hole in the to its field of work on the plains below. side of the mountain represents the Sover. The judge was gravely smoking his large eign People – my stockholders; the suf-pipe and seemed to be far away in dreamfering people — neither bother me much. land – he was looking out through an The governor owns all the stock. He opening in the trees, on the wide prairie never thought it worth anything — why twenty miles away, and more than ten should I startle him with a dividend? As thousand feet below. Just over his shoul. for me, I don't want to get rich; what der the Peak lifted its snowy face, the good would the money do me? I'm trees parting to let it complete the picture. happy now — I couldn't say more if I A woodpecker plied his noisy trade overowned the earth. If I did strike it rich, head. Two small birds flew from a thicket what would be the result? I would grow across the stream and perched fearlessly stuck up, turn my back on you worthless on a stump near the children; they seemed vagabonds, and go off and live with people to be waiting for an invitation to join the who didn't care for me only wanted my happy little party. Only the laughter of gold dust. Why, it would just break my the children, the ripples of the stream, poor old heart; that is all the good money and the tapping of the woodpecker broke would do me. But come, boys, this par- the solemn stillness of the woods. The ticular miner is very thirsty. I struck a soft air was heavy with the odor of the good pocket this morning” (the old man's pines. The tops of the trees interlacing monthly remittance). “There is silver far above shut out the bright sunshine, enough in sight for one last drink. Gen. making the long aisles of pine-trees look tlemen of the jury, are you ready? Yes,' weird and strange in the half-light of the bottoms up .down with crime.'" In this woods; the earth, warm with the breath peculiar and original manner the judge of summer, seemed throbbing with life. discharged the arduous duties of general Overcome by all these influences, I fell manager of the Sovereign Peopie Mining asleep; when I awoke, an hour later, the and Milling Company, Limited.
judge and his party had gone back to In the long summer afternoons, when camp. After this I never was surprised the pine woods were full of sweet odors to see the judge bring home an empty and the sun dropped long pencils of light basket; neitirer did I wonder that time through the interlacing boughis, the judge with him seemed to stand still, nor that
years in passing traced no wrinkles on his fun was absent. Even the judge seemed kindly face.
to feel the shadow, and although he tried One of the many boys in camp who manfully to keep up our spirits, he found knew the judge and loved him, was an old it well-nigh impossible. The snow had gambler of the name of Shaw. Before he been falling all day, the wind was now came to Caribou he had won a pretty rising, drifting the dry snow in every dibad name, not because he played a skin rection and burying some of the smaller game - no one ever accused him of that cabins out of sight. The talk around the - but he had an ugly way of handling his fire having ended, we sat watching through "gun.” He seldom used it twice on the the window opposite a Christmas service same man; it was unnecessary. One Sat- in the little church across the street. urday night the market was crowded with The church was on a lower level than people. Daly, a drunken old brute, got the Caribou House, and from our place into a quarrel with his wife; maddened by the fire we could see all over the church. by some remark, he grabbed a long steak It wasn't a very cheerful thing to watch, knife and made a spring at her; Shaw only a few of the congregation had venwas standing by, he hadn't time to draw tured out in the storm to wish their little his gun, but quick as thought he leaped parson “Merry Christmas.” They were between them and grasped the glittering huddled in one corner of the barren room, bit of steel in his naked hand as it de- trying to find comfort by the small fire. scended. His hand broke the force of the A feeble attempt at Christmas decoration, blow a little, but he received an ugly cut in the shape of a few green wreaths and in the side ; one that made him a prisoner pine cones, only served to emphasize the in his cabin all winter. I shall never for. cheerless aspect of the place. A pair of get the scene -- the woman crouching, slippers, a fancy lamp shade, and a few white as death, the man livid with passion other worthless trifles were laid on the - the long, keen blade of steel glittering pulpit, the Christmas offerings of the confor a moment, then the panther-like spring gregation to their faithful pastor. Two of that brave outcast who held his life as hymns were sung, a prayer offered, then nothing against the life of an unprotected they shook hands with the parson and one
by one sneaked out of the door. At last During his life of adventure Shaw had the pastor of the flock stood alone. Glancwon and lost two fortunes, but, as luck ing around the room to see that no one would have it, this sickness found him remained, he dropped his head upon his poor, but the judge found a way to make clasped hands and stood leaning against ihings easy for him. Every few days be the pulpit, the picture of a discouraged, would climb up the mountain to Shaw's disappointed man. At last, roused percabin, get out his old faro bank and deal haps by the thought of wife and child at the cards until the wounded gambler had home, he gathered up the few useless won a few dollars. Then he would blus- gifts, and, turning out the lamp, started ter around the room a few moments, blurt- sadly for his little home. ing out a host of old maxims regarding the “It's a shame,” broke out the judge — evil of gambling, burst into a hearty“ a shame the way they treat that little laugh, and go home chuckling over the chap. He works early and late for his success of his scheme, to pull the wool people and they half starve him, although over the gambler's eyes. “I can't give every scoundrel in the congregation has him money," said the judge one night at made a barrel of money this summer. I dinner, “it would hurt the rascal's self-don't believe the boy has enough at home respect. I don't; I simply afford him an for a square meal on Christmas. Boys, opportunity to earn an honest penny.” let's club in, make up a good jack-pot, and Of course the judge deceived no one but give the little Gospel chap a Christmas himself by his wonderful strategy, still we blow out.” It didn't take two minutes to loved him all the more, because he was so make up a good round sum; we all encareful of other people's feelings.
tered heartily into the scheme, and a few It was Christmas eve, and all of the minutes later we were tramping through boys in camp found their minds wander- the snow, each bound in a different direcing back to far-away home, and living tion ; for, in order to save time, we divided over in fancy other and brighter Christmas up the work of buying the different artieves iu the past. Under the weight of old cles. We were all to meet at the Caribou memories supper at the Caribou passed and go down to the parson's house tooff very quietly ; even when, later on, we gether. Twenty minutes later we filed gathered around the fire, the old spirit of slowly out of the hotel, each man loaded
down with bundles or baskets. The the ante that time, raised the other crowd judge led the procession, a big turkey clean out of the game; they didn't even swung jauntily over his right shoulder, have a chance to draw cards; kind o' two bundles of celery springing from his knocked the little parson all of a heap, overcoat pockets. Plunging along through didn't it? Well, a good square meal will the drifts of soow almost to the shoulder, do him good, and I guess the racket won't
at last reached the parson's cabin. do any of us harm. Good-night, I've got The judge knocked; we saw the light to run up to Brunton's cabin. I promised move inside, and then the door was cau- to bring his young kid some Christmas tiously opened and the little preacher things, and I don't want to disappoint the stood before us. Seeing a crowd of men, little devil. Merry Christmas to you; he started to close the door, but the judge God bless you all. Good-night," and bestepped forward saying, “ Parson, we just fore we could stop him he was off. It was dropped down to wish you a merry Christ. snowing very hard, the wind blew a gale, mas; we don't mean any harm; it's Billy and the night promised to be the coldest Woods and his crowd from the Caribou of the year; the mercury was falling fast. House.” A moment later we were all We lingered a few minutes, chatting gathered in the kitchen, the only room around the fireplace, and then tumbled large enough to hold our party. Our bur- into our beds, to dream of old times when dens were deposited on the table; they we were happy boys, long, long ago. made quite an imposing pile. When we Christmas morning dawned bright and had all taken our places in front of the clear - the storm had worn itself out dur. parson, the judge, his face wreathed in ing the night – - not a cloud was to be smiles, stepped forward, and, taking him seen; n every side the new-fallen snow by the hand, said: “ Parson, we ain't ex- lifted its pure, white face, as if to receive actly your kind, we don't shine much in the great message of the day from the religious circles, but we are men with heaven bending above. eyes that see and hearts that feel, and we We had gathered in the dining-room love you; we may not be qualified to give and were waiting for the judge; we had an opinion on you as a preacher, but you decorated his armchair with flowers, bet we miners know a man when we see brought all the way from Denver; our
And we know you have been doing little presents were piled by his plate; we a heap of good work among the boys here waited half an hour, but no judge apin camp, so we thought we would drop in peared, and reluctantly we sat down 10 and thank you, and wish you a merry breakfast without him, expecting to see Christmas, you and your wife and little his jolly face enter the room every mo. child. That's about it, boys, ain't it?”
An hour passed, still no sign of “ That's it," we all answered.
we began to fear he was ill. The poor little parson tried to speak, While we were talking, Brunton, who lived but something seemed to rise in his throat, on the cliff at the back of the judge's his eyes wandered from face to face, then house, came in. “ Boys, have you seen filled with tears; he trie once more to the judge this morning? He promised speak but could not; grasping the judge's my kid he'd bring him some Christmas hand and murmuring, “ God bless you, things last night, but he didn't show up. boys!” he dropped his head on the judge's I stopped at the judge's cabin on my way shoulder and cried just like a child; kind. down, but I could get no answer. You ness was so new, so strange to him; it all are sure he isn't somewhere about?" came too suddenly. But in a moment he In a moment we had thrown on our gathered himself together and thanked us heavy coats and were hurrying up the each, thanked us in a way we never shall mountain to the judge's cabin; we knocked forget. We left him then, a far different - there was no answer; we pushed open man from the one who had sadly turned the door — the light was burning brightly out the light and left the church an hour - the fire was out, the cabin cold and de. before. I was the last of the party to serted, the judge's bed untouched. Quick leave the house. A door was half open as possible, our hearts beating fast, we ran and I saw into one of the bedrooms; a along the narrow path leading from the woman was on her knees, a little child judge's cabin to Brunton's house, the path stood up in bed, looking with dancing eyes we knew the judge must have taken after through a mass of yellow hair at the loaded leaving us last night. A hundred yards table in the kitchen. “ Boys," said the beyond we came to the cliff, the most judge, as we gathered round our fire a few dangerous part of the way; bere the path moments later, “boys, I think we raised ran on the very edge of the rock and there
was an ugiy drop two hundred feet to regiment in Edinburgh at the time of the Boulder Creek, in the gulch below. A riot, General Wade, and others. From the shout from one of the party in advance documents some additional facts may be brought us quickly to his side. Looking learned regarding that extraordinary outin the direction he pointed, we saw far rage, which so highly irritated the governbelow us the body of a man lying half ment of the day, and the authors of which covered by the snow on the rocks. Ten were never discovered in spite of the minutes' hard climbing and we stood on strenuous and long continued exertions the spot - and there lay the judge - dead which were made for the purpose of bring. - a bundle of toys grasped tightly to his ing them to justice. breast; to the heart, a few hours ago so The facts which led to the Porteous full of love for every one. Gentle, kind. Riot may be shortly stated. Two crimihearted, easy-going Judge Woods was pals, Wilson and Robertson by name, who dead. Battling through the storm on a had been sentenced to death for robbery, mission of love to a little child, he must were, on the Sunday before the day fixed have lost his way and fallen over the cliff. for their execution, taken to hear service ; In the height of the storm he had “crossed and Robertson, by the help of his fellowthe range
" and gone before that higher prisoner, succeeded in making his escape court into the presence of the Great Judge. from the church. The building was
crowded; but no attempt was made by any of the congregation to stop the fugi. tive. “Not a person,” Provost Wilson of
Edinburgh writes to Mr. Lindsay, member From The Scottish Review.
for the city, “put out their hand to stop THE PORTEOUS RIOT.
Robertson. On the contrary, everybody (From Original MSS. in the Record Office.)
made way for him.” The best accounts of the Porteous This refusal to support the officers of Riot, which, though not an important event the law did not merely arise from unwill. in Scottish history, was one of the strang- ingness to interfere with a man who was est incidents which took place in Scotland Aying for his life, but was also occasioned during last century, are those given by by the fact that the robbery of which he Sir Walter Scott in the “ Heart of Mid. had been convicted, was the robbery of a lothian" and in the “ Tales of a Grand collector of customs, an offence which, at father.” In addition to the ordinary that time, was regarded in Scotland as sources of information, and those oral tra- venial, if not actually praise worthy. The ditions which he had heard in his youth, feeling which had prompted the onlookers Scott was in possession of a manuscript, to connive at the escape of Robertson “ Memorial concerning the Murder of rendered Wilson an object of sympathy; Captain Porteous,” which is printed in the and the authorities feared that an attempt notes to the “ Heart of Midlothian." The would be made to rescue him from the original of this interesting document, hands of the hangman. To prevent this, which consists of an account of the at the scaffold was surrounded by an armed tempts made by the crown council in band of the City Guard, under the comScotland to discover the murderers of mand of Captain John Porteous. What Porteous, is preserved in the Public Rec- took place is well known. A rescue was ord Office, along with a number of other not attempted; but after the execution papers relating to this mysterious affair. the mob became excited, and stones were The most important of these papers are, in thrown at Porteous and his men, who addition to the “Memorial ” of which Scott retaliated by firing on the people. Sevhad a copy, a “Narrative " of the riot, eral persons were killed, and many were drawn up, apparently, by an Edinburgh wounded. Among those slain on the spot, magistrate, and differing somewhat from or who soon after died of their wounds, Sir Walter Scott's account; the petition were shopkeepers, domestic servants, both of Porteous, praying for a reprieve, to men and women, and respectable working which his signature, written in a clear, men, who were present merely as peacethough rather shaky, hand, is appended; able spectators of the execution. The a petition in his favor signed by a number conduct of Porteous was bitterly resented; of peers and gentlemen of position; and, and the anger of the citizens increased, as most valuable of all, a collection of letters day by day they heard of persons dying by the lord justice clerk of Scotland, the from the wounds which they had received. Duke of Newcastle, the Earl of Ilay, Gen- The execution of Wilson took place on eral Moyle, who was in command of a the 14th of April, 1735; and on the 19th