John Sonnet, a pioneer who has
been freighting between Rawlins
and Lander for some years, died
while on the road last week. He
was camped near Bell’s Springs,
when he was stricken with apo
plexy.
State Auditor Burdick made
Mrs. Whittlesey a present of a
bushel of onions. Mr. W. has a
stuffed club in pickle now, patient
ly awaiting the visit to Saratoga
of a certain Cheyenne gentleman.
There will be a Sun reporter on
the grounds, and the rounds will
oe reported as fought.
A certain little girl in town, who
was explaining to her younger sis
ter the story of Moses in the bul
rushes, modernized the story to
suit her surroundings, by saying
that the mother of Moses hid him
in the sage brush, down on the
banks of the river.
Christmas came to Saratoga, as
usual, on the 25th, and everybody
enjoyed it. Business men have all
done good business and are happy
in consequence. Our people gen
erally are wearing smiling counte
nances, despite the out-all-night
look of an occasional over-partaker
in the attending festivities.
A horrible story of rape comes
from Rock Springs. On Monday
night a fiend, in human shape,
raped a little four-year-old girl,
who died shortly from the effects
of the crime. Rumor has it that a
crowd had gathered to lynch the
scoundrel, and we regret we are
unable to report that they had
completed the job.
William Bangs, an old time res
ident of the Platte valley, but now
residing near Elk Mountain, made
Saratoga a visit last Monday on
land business. He reports less
snow there than here, and stock
on the range as doing quite well.
Mr. Bangs took in the ball Mon
day night and enjoyed shaking
hands with many old-time friends.
