Sitting Bull, the most troublesome Indian of the Sioux band, and his son, Crow Foot, were killed in their camp, near Standing Rock, South Dakota, on the 15th. They were about to leave their camp for the Bad Lands, preparatory to taking the warpath, when they were arrested. A fight ensued, resulting in the death of half-dozen on either side.
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Mr. D. W. C. Slanker fell dead in his house near Split Rock last Friday, the 19th inst., cause, supposed to be heart trouble. Mr. Slanker was an excellent citizen, and for a number of years after the war, merchandised at this place, and was regarded among that class as a very fine salesman. He leaves a wife and five grown children to mourn his loss. also his son, John, is lying in bed from the effects of a broken leg.
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Snow at Dunmore on the 17th, 31 inches deep, which is the deepest snow that ever fell here.
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We would like to have a few good hops during the holidays. There is a time to dance and we think this is a good time.
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The St. Lawrence Lumber Co., has eight or ten thousand logs in one pile about one mile and a half above Huntersville.

The Lincoln Citizen sizes up the career of Editor Richards, who recently sold out in Clarksburg, in the following language: “A printer named Richards came to Clarksburg a few years ago, his only stock in trade being an old Army pistol and lots of sand in his craw. He gathered up an old printing office, which, to use the vernacular of the craft, had been ‘dumped into the hell box,’ and started a nondescript paper called The Telegram. In a month he had raised sheol, so to speak, and people were shooting at him at every convenient opportunity. He got in a pop shot himself, occasionally, and kept up the racket with his newspaper. The more he abused people, the more his paper prospered and the more he was respected. He got to be Mayor of the town, owned an electric light plant, bank and mining stock – and, in fact, got rich. A few days ago he sold out for a little fortune, and now some other editors whose papers are struggling for life are wondering if it wouldn’t be a good idea to try Richard’s plan.

“That was a fine passage between the Executive of Kentucky and the wife of the condemned man, who went to Frankfort last Friday to ask for a pardon. She had presented her papers and sat breathless whilst the arbiter of her fate perused them; and, as she waited, a mastiff, the playmate of the Governor’s little son – a beast not given to strangers – uncoiled himself from the rug, where he had been lying, and came up in that friendly way which only dogs know how to affect with perfect sincerity, and, seeing suspense and pain in the agitated features of the poor woman, he put his paws gently upon her knees and began to lick her hands. The Governor finished the papers, and the petitioner was about to speak when the grim old soldier said: “It is not necessary, madam; the dog has spoken for you,” and straightway signed the document which was to release a dying man from prison and enable him to go to his grave from his own home.”

A boy about 15 years of age applied to a factory on Atwater Street for the job of running a small engine in the place of a boy who had quit.
“Have you run an engine?” he was asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“You understand how steam works, do you?”
“I do.”
“You know that water makes steam?”
“Of course.”
“How is water got into a boiler?”
“By an injector.”
“Suppose you have too much water?”
“Then I can’t get steam enough until I draw it down.”
“Correct. Suppose you haven’t enough?”
“Then look out for an explosion.”
“Correct again. Suppose you found the water almost gone and couldn’t start the injector – what would you do?”
“Come up stairs and notify you to get your insurance policies out of the safe and make a break before she busted.”
“You seem to be all right young man; you can come on in the morning.”
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Stranger – “If a man falls down an open coal hole, can he sue the owner of the premises for damages?”
Lawyer – “Certainly, sir, certainly, big damages, and get them, too. Give me the particulars.
Stranger – “Well, as my brother was passing your house this morning he fell through a coal hole and broke his leg”
Lawyer – “Hem! Did he use ordinary vigilance to prevent such an accident? Did he look at his feet as he walked? Did he stop and examine the condition of the pavement before entering upon it? Answer me that, sir.”
Stranger – “Stop? Why, no –“
Lawyer – “Ah ha! I though so. Guilty of criminal negligence. He might have fallen on one of my own family under that coal hole – might have killed us all, sir. As it is I shall sue him for mussing up my coal bin.”