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Ely Nevada Online 2014
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Oh Give Me a Home...
by Patricia Fua
Were the horses and burros left out of that song
Over 50% of this country's wild horses live in
Nevada. Most live in the Great Basin. Locals
recently have been caught up in a very old
debate. The legacy of the wild horse all across
this nation has been spotted over time with the
argument between land management by the
federal government, local ranchers and wild
horse enthusiasts. Today is no different as wild
horses are being rounded up by the Bureau of
Land Management citing an over abundance of
the animals which results in what is said to be a
There doesn't seem to be any respite for the
horses. The old adage of “who was here first “
argument doesn't seem to work. The idea that
the horses and burros might be protected as
“wildlife” has even been questioned. But the
concern now is even more focused on what
appears to be “cruel” measures that are
employed in gathering what has been called
“excessive” numbers of wild horses.
Local photographer and wild horse enthusiast
Arla Ruggles has a true love of the wild horse,
as can be seen in her photographs. A long time
resident of Cherry Creek Nevada, Ruggles is
adamant in her opinion that cruel measures
have been undertaken by the BLM to gather
these “endangered” wild horses. Her
persistence seems to have paid off. Her
photographs and observations of the current
round ups have been studied and because of
Arla much work has been done to help protect
cruel measures used in round ups.
These beautiful animals are often the subject of
Arla's photobraphy.. You can see more of her
The Ghost Train
by Lorraine Clark
It was a dark and stormy night….. Actually it was a
beautiful fall evening with mild temperatures and
just a hint of breeze to move the air and make the
ghosts and cobwebs hanging in the trees and
from the buildings twist and turn. Waiting to board
the first Haunted Halloween Train of the season,
we watched as costumed ghosts, ghosts and
aliens greeted visitors in the train depot
courtyard. The sun had just set behind the peak of
the mountain and the sliver of moon was just
When the conductor called “All Aboard,” the line of
eager passengers pressed forward to enter the
passenger cars decorated with orange and black
garland, huge furry black spiders, and windows
decorated with pumpkins and other fall favorites.
Eerie music played softly in the background and
the gravelly voice invited us to settle back and
enjoy the trip into the dark night, not knowing
what to expect around each twist and bend of the
tracks. Dark figured spirits floated long in the
passenger cars giving the riders a fright with a ”
Boo” here and there or a light touch to the back of
the head or tickle on the shoulder.
“Headless horseman on the north” called out the
conductor as started up the hill and into the
canyon. Outside the window was the rider and
horse running along side the train with just a
small light to illuminate them.
Volunteers along the tracks were there to portray
all sorts of frightful scenes that appeared out of
the darkness with spotlights or campfires to
highlight the characters. The scenes were just
scary enough to add to the experience but not so
gruesome to scare the children taking their first
ride with parents or grandparents.
“Aliens on the North,” the conductor announced as
if that were the next stop on the line. Everyone
quickly looked to see the scene complete with a
The passenger cars were warm to ride in but the
open flat car offered a different view of the scary
scenes. And oh the glory of the bright stars
overhead. The Big Dipper was just above the
horizon and looked close enough to reach out and
touch. The haze of the Milky Way could be seen as
well as a million stars all-sparkling with no other
light to obstruct them.
“School Marm with hatchet on the north”, warned
the conductor. Watch closely. The traffic along the
dark highway sped past between the train with its
lights dimmed and the scene being portrayed in
front of the old school. What did the night
travelers think as they drove past that?
Entering the tunnel was a sight. Cobwebs and
huge spiders lined the walls and shown in the
bight lights along the tunnel.
Soon the train moved into the Keystone Ghost
Town complete with the grave yard and lots of
characters from the old west. A shootout erupted
and several bad guys fell to the ground. Well, that’
s the way it was in days gone by….
“Bride and Groom outrunning the train on the
south,” the Conductor forecast. A grizzly scene
showed the couple didn’t make the crossing.
Time to move back into the warmth of the
passenger coach as the breeze picked up on the
downhill return trip to town. The bright lights of
the neon signs welcomed us and showed off the
character of the downtown.
Soon we were pulling into the station at the end
of the ride. The passengers alighted from the cars
glad to be back in the safety of the depot but
laughing at the scary sights they had enjoyed
along the way. After thanking all the crew
members that did such a great job, we headed for
home knowing fall and Halloween had indeed
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