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Show EUREKA EYELETS. "Orr" Tells of a Journey to See His Best Girl Last Monday. Eureka, Monday Morning, 6:30 A. m. After propping open om weather weath-er eye and rolling up the blind, the first survey abroad revealed a 6cene more like Christmas than the 23d of March. There is three inches of snow everywhere, every-where, as well as on the shingles. Yesterday we went up town to see our g irl, and by keeping on the high dry spots as much as possible, with an occasional jump of five or six feet, squeezing through a hole in the fence here and there; making a hap-hazrd dash through places too wide to leap. I got there with less than an inch of mud on my rubbers. But when this snow melts that feat cannot be accomplished accom-plished so successfully. The town is on the impioye, morally as well as physically. The saloons are all closed on Sundays, and there is less sickness than there has been. Many have suffeied with fever and la grippe during the winter, but the doctor told me that the boys are nearly all well again. The Eureka mine is steaming up full blast. The three long whistles will' blow at 6 o'clock to wake the honest miners from their pleasant dreams to don their mining suits and hurry off to the Red Bird boarding house, where hot cakes and coffee awaits them before be-fore being dropped 1000 feet into the earth In search of ore. i)nu. - |