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Hurriedly Left The Game, And With The Utmost Gravity Insisted That It Be
Continued From That Point!
On A Bright Sunny Morning We Sought Out The Judge'S Office, Only To
Learn That He Had Not Yet For The Day Exchanged The Pleasures Of Rural
Life Across The Fontaine For Less Romantic Devotions At The Shrine Of
The Stern Goddess. Later We Were Informed, Upon What Seemed Credible
Authority, That Upon The Morning In Question He Was Intending To Sow
Oats. Though Cold March Still Claimed The Calendar, And Hence Such
Action On The Part Of The Judge Might Seem Like Forcing The Season, Yet
Reflections Upon His Advanced Years Caused Us To Suppress The Rising
Thought That Perhaps Some Allusions To _Wild_ Oats Might Have Been
Intended. Hence We Looked Forward To A Rare Treat--Judicial Dignity
Unbending Itself In Pastoral Pursuits, As In The Case Of Some Roman
Magistrate. "A Little Better'N A Mile" Was The Answer To Our
Interrogatory As To How Far The Judge'S Ranch Might Be From Town; But
Having Upon Many Former Occasions Taken The Dimensions Of A Colorado
Mile, We Declined The Suggestion To Walk And Sought Some Mode Of
Conveyance. There Chanced To Be One Right At Hand, Standing Patiently By
The Wayside And Presided Over By An Ancient Colored Gentleman. The Coach
Had Been A Fine One In Its Day, But That Was Long Since Past, And Now
Its Dashboard, Bent Out At An Angle Of Forty-Five Degrees, The Faded
Trimmings And The Rusty, Stately Occupant Of The Box Formed A Complete
And Harmonious Picture Of Past Grandeur Seldom Seen In The Far West. Two
Dubious-Looking Bronchos, A Bay And A White, Completed This Unique
Equipage, In Which We Climbed The _Mesa_ And Then Descended Into The
Valley Of The Fontaine. The Sable Driver Was Disposed To Be
Communicative, And Ventured Various Opinions Upon Current Topics. He Had
Been Through The War, And Came West Fourteen Years Ago.
"You Have Had Quite An Adventurous Life," We Remarked.
"Why, Sah," He Returned, "If The History Ob My Life Was Wrote Up It
Would Be Wuth Ten Thousand Dollars."
While Regarding The Valuation As Somewhat High, We Yet Regretted Our
Inability To Profit By This Unexpected Though Promising
Business-Opportunity, And Soon Our Attention Was Diverted By A Glimpse
Of The Judge'S Adobe, And That Person Himself Standing By His Carriage
And Awaiting Our By No Means Rapid Approach. He Was About To Go To Town,
And The Oats Were Being Sown By An Individual Of The Same Nationality As
Our Driver, To Whom The Latter Addressed Such Encouraging Remarks As
"Git Right 'Long Dere Now And Sow Dat Oats. Don'T Stand Roostin' On De
Fence All Day, Like As You Had The Consumshing. You Look Powerful Weak.
Guess Mebbe I'D Better Come Over Dere And Show You How."
[Illustration: The Judge.]
Judge Bradford'S Career Has Been A Chequered One, And It Has Fallen To
His Lot To Dispense Justice In Places And Under Circumstances As
Various As Could Well Be Imagined. Born In Maine In 1815, He Has Lived
Successively In Missouri, Iowa, Nebraska And Colorado, And Held Almost
Every Position Open To The Profession Of The Law. From The Supreme
Bench Of Colorado He Was Twice Called To Represent The Territory As
Delegate To Congress. In 1852, When He Was Judge Of The Sixth Judicial
District Of Iowa, His Eccentricities Of Character Seem To Have Reached
Their Full Development. He Exhibited That Supreme Disregard For Dress
And The Various Social Amenities Which Not Infrequently Betray The
Volume 26 Title 1 (Lippincott'S Magazine Of Popular Literature And Science) Pg 5Superior Mind. Never Were His Clothes Known To Fit, Being Invariably
Too Large Or Too Small, Too Short Or Too Long. As To His Hair, The
External Evidences Were Of A Character To Disprove The Rumor That He
Had A Brush And Comb, While The Stubby Beard Frequently Remained
Undisturbed Upon The Judicial Chin For Several Weeks At A Time. The
Atrocious Story Is Even Told That Once Upon A Time, When Half Shaven,
He Chanced To Pick Up A Newspaper, Became Absorbed In Its Contents,
Forgot To Complete His Task, And Went To Court In This Most Absurdly
Unsymmetrical Condition. But, Despite These Personal Eccentricities, A
More Honest Or Capable Judge Has Rarely Been Called Upon To Vindicate
The Majesty Of The Law. Upon The Bench None Could Detect A Flaw In His
Assumption Of That Dignity So Intimately Associated In all Minds With
The Judiciary, But, The Ermine Once Laid Aside For The Day, He Was As
Jolly And Mirthful As Any Of His Frontier Companions. Judge Bradford
Was No Advocate, But By The Action Of A Phenomenal Memory His Large
Head Was Stored So Full Of Law As To Emphasize, To Those Who Knew Him,
The Curious Disproportion Between Its Size And That Of His Legs And
Feet. These Latter Were Of Such Peculiarly Modest Dimensions As To Call
To Mind Goldsmith'S Well-Known Lines, Though In This Case We Must, Of
Necessity, Picture Admiring Frontiersmen Standing Round While
Still The Wonder Grew
That Two Small Feet Could Carry All He Knew.
The Judge'S Mind Is Of The Encyclopaedical Type, And Facts And Dates Are
His Especial "Strong Holt." But His Countenance Fails To Ratify The
Inward Structure When, Pausing From A Recital, He Gazes Upon Your
Reception Of The Knowledge Conveyed With A Kindly Smile--A Most Innocent
Smile That Acts As A Strong Disposer To Belief. Whether It Has Been A
Simple Tale Of The Early Days Enlivened With Recollections Of
Pitch-Trump And Other Social Joys, Or Whether The Performances Of Savage
Indians And Treacherous Half-Breeds Send A Chill Through The Listener,
It Is All The Same: At Its Close The Judge'S Amiable Features Wear The
Same Belief-Compelling Smile. Under Its Influence We Sit For Hours While
Our Entertainer Ranges Through The Stores Of His Memory, Pulling Out
Much That Is Dust-Covered And Ancient, But Quickly Renovated For Our Use
By His Ready Imagination And Occasional Wit. With A Feeling Akin To
Reverence We Listen--A Reverence Due To One Who Had Turned His Face
Toward The Rocky Mountains Before Colorado Had A Name, Who Had Made The
Perilous Journey Across The Great Plains Behind A Bull-Team, And Who
Has Since Been Associated With Everything Concerned In The Welfare And
Progress Of What Has Now Become This Great Centennial State, Toward
Which All Eyes Are Turning. Not Without Its Dark Days To Him Has Passed
This Pioneer Life, And None Were More Filled With Discouragement Than
Those During Which He Represented The Territory In congress. He
Describes The Position As One Of Peculiar Difficulty--On One Hand The
Clamors Of A People For Aid And Recognition In Their Rapid Development
Of The Country, While On The Other, To Meet Them, He Found Himself A
Mere Beggar At The Doors Of Congressional Mercy And Grace, Voteless And
Hence Powerless. Truly, In The Light Of His Experience, The Office Of
Territorial Delegate Is No Sinecure.
No One Has More Closely Observed The Course Of Events In The Far West
Than Judge Bradford, And His Opinions On Some Disputed Points Are Very
Decided And Equally Clear. Many Have Wondered That Pueblo, Which Had The
Advantage Of First Settlement, Had Long Been A Rendezvous Of Trappers
And Frontier Traders, And Lay Upon The Only Road To The Then So-Called
Pike'S Peak Mines, That _Via_ The Arkansas Canon--That This Outpost,
Volume 26 Title 1 (Lippincott'S Magazine Of Popular Literature And Science) Pg 6Situated Thus At The Very Gateway Of The Far West, Should Have Remained
Comparatively Unimportant, While Denver Grew With Such Astonishing
Rapidity. But, In The Judge'S Opinion, It Was The War Of The Rebellion
That Turned The Scale In Favor Of The Queen City. The First Emigrants
Had Come Through Missouri And Up The Arkansas, Their Natural Route, And
As Naturally Conducting To Pueblo. But When Missouri And South-Eastern
Kansas Became The Scenes Of Guerrilla Warfare The Emigrant Who Would
Safely Convey Himself And Family Across The Prairies Must Seek A More
Northern Parallel. Hence, Pueblo Received A Check From Which It Is Only
Now Recovering, And Denver An Impetus Whose Ultimate Limits No Man Can
Foresee.
Many Strange Things Were Done In The Olden Time. When The Plains Indians
Had Gathered Together Their Forces For The Purpose Of Persistently
Harassing The Settlement, The Mountain Utes, Then The Allies Of The
Whites, Offered Their Services To Help Repel The Common Enemy. Petitions
Went Up To The Governor And Legislature To Accept The Proffered
Services, But They Were Steadily Refused. Our Long-Headed Judge Gives
The Reason: The Administration Was Under The Control Of Men Who Were
Feeding Uncle Sam'S Troops With Corn At Thirteen Cents Per Pound, And
Other Staples In Proportion, And The Indian Volunteers Promised A Too
Speedy Ending Of Such A Profitable Warfare.
Thus Eventfully Has Passed The Life Of Judge Bradford. During His
Threescore-And-Five Years He Has Moved Almost Across A Continent, Never
Content Unless He Was On The Frontier. Long May He Live To Ride In His
Light Coverless Wagon In The Smile Of Bright Colorado Sunshine, Honored
By All Who Know Him, And Affording His Friends The Enjoyment Of His Rare
Good Presence!
[Illustration: Old Adobe Fort.]
Thirty Years Ago This Whole Rocky-Mountain Region, Now Appropriated By
An Enterprising And Progressive People, Contained, Besides The Native
Indians And The Mexicans In The South, Only A Few Trappers And Frontier
Traders, Most Of Them In The Employ Of The American Fur Company. These
Were The Fearless And Intrepid Pioneers Who So Far From Fleeing Danger
Seemed Rather To Court It. Accounts Of Their Adventures--Now A Struggle
With A Wounded Bear, Again The Threatened Perils Of Starvation When Lost
In Some Mountain-Fastness--Have Long Simultaneously Terrified And
Fascinated Both Young And Old. We All Have Pictured Their Dress--The
Coat Or Cloak, Often An Odd Combination Of Several Varieties Of Skins
Pieced Together, With Fur Side In; Breeches Sometimes Of The Same
Material, But Oftener Of Coarse Duck Or Corduroy; And The Slouched Hat,
Under Whose Broad Brim Whatever Of The Face That Was Not Concealed By A
Shaggy, Unkempt Beard Shone Out Red From Exposure To Sun And Weather.
The American Fur Company Had Dotted The Country With Forts, Which Served
The Double Purpose Of Storehouses For The Valuables Collected And Of
Places Where The Employes Could Barricade Themselves Against The
Too-Often Troublesome Savages. For Such A Purpose, Though Not Actually
By The Fur Company, Was Built The Old Adobe Fort The Ruins Of Which Are
Still To Be Seen On The Banks Of The Arkansas At Pueblo. How Old It May
Have Been No One Seems To Know, But Certain It Is That For Long Years,
And In The Earliest Times, It Was A Favorite Rendezvous. Here Was
Always To Be Found A Jolly Good Party To Pass Away The Long Winter
Evenings With Song And Story. Here Kit Carson Often Stopped To Rest From
His Many Perilous Expeditions, Enjoying, Together With Fremont And Other
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