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have greatly elevated the plane of his State's juris prudence, and given him a fixed place among the jurists
of the country. While yet on the bench, in 1894, his
nomination for governor came from his fellow Repub licans, and as the successor of Sylvester Pennoyer, he
received the largest vote ever cast for an executive of
the State. He was married in 1880, to Miss Juliet
Montague, of Baltimore, Maryland, and they have two
sons and a daughter.
Personally, Governor Lord is of pleasant and sincere
manner, dignified, and somewhat reserved. He has
pronounced literary tastes, and one of the features of
his home in Salem is his carefully selected and well
used library.
'Little Pete'an Pious Murphy"
Ou see it happened this way, pard,- way back in
yI
'eighty-three
I wer cook fer Murphy's outfit, they branded "Circle
G,"
An' marked er crop off left ear an' underbit ther
right,You could tell ol' MIurphy's critters ef you met'em
after night.
You bet your life that gang were tough, an' Murphy! -
see here, pard,
We called him "Pious Murphy," cause he used to swear
so hard.
But he knowed his work, did Murphy, an' the boys they
all allowed
That in ridin or a-ropin' he could beat ther whole
derned crowd.
An' "Little Pete," we called him,- his name were
Collins though,With sheep, nigh on three thousand, were makin' lots
of dough,
An' as sheep an' cattle never hitch, it was n't very
strange
That Pete an' Murphy had er row as to which one
owned the range.
Well, Murphy he were sandy'an'j'Pete were sandy too,
So we looked to see some shootin''fore ther gentlemen
got through.
We watched an' waited, thinkin' it ed come off eny
day,
But it did n't, an' it's funny but'it happened roun'
this way.
It seems that Collins lost one day er valued South down ewe,
An' Murphy'd lost er red roan steer, an' he were huntin'
too.
An' they chanced to come together at ther foot of
Tamarack butte,
An' both clum down an' pulled their guns an' started
fer to shoot.
An' jest as both were ready, all things bein' on the
square
There walked out of er thicket er derned big grizzly
bear,
As ugly as ol' Satan an' fer size he'd not be beat,
An' Pete yelled,'"Shoot him, Murphy!" an' Murphy,
"Shoot him, Pete!"
The bear he stood an' sized'em up, as to which were
tenderest,
And then he went for Murphy, thinkin' he must be the
best.
An' Pete — he had n't lost no bears -he did n't stop
to see
How Murphy an' the bear made out, but started up a
tree.
Then Murphy broke ther record to er little yaller pine.
Pete said. in tellin' it after,-" You'd jest ought to
seed him climb!"
An' it seems too bad to tell it after Imakin' such fine
runs,But the boys in shinnin' up them trees both on'em
dropped their guns.
We hunted'em up that evening, it were stormin'
mighty hard,An' we found'em sittin' there cussin' an' the bear a holdin' guard.
An' partner, do you think it strange that you should
hear me say
That them fellars were ther best of friends from then
until this day?
7... Rice.
The,Panama" Riot in Chile, 1849
EDITOR OVERLAND MONTHLY: —
Dear Sir: Your magazine I found ill Sacramento,
and having been an old pioneeer, though long absent
from the State, I find your articles very interesting.
One article reminded me of an occurrence that happened when I came around the Horn, you may perchance
think it of interest. If it occurred in the present day
it would be a pretext for a war cloud far darker than
Cuba presents now.
In former years I have read several articles on what
was called "The Panama riot" in Chile, evidently written by those who saw nothing of it. Having been an
eye witness, I will relate the facts in justice to others,
and to show what a big fire can be kindled from a
spark.
I was a passenger on the ship Hopewell, and we arrived in Talcuana, Chile, in June, 1849. I kept no
memorandum but think it was June. Soon after our
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