Thursday, February 8, 1900
Last Friday seemed to be such a cold day that the proverbial groundhog thought it best, at the risk of a cold nose, to leave his winter “laager” and found the weather so gloomy that it is likely to mend soon, and so he keeps awake and is in waiting for spring.
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George W. Kessler’s horse stumbled and threw him near Driftwood last week, breaking three of his ribs and otherwise injuring him. Mr. Kessler was a member of the famous Bryan’s Battery.
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A rival to Klondike is now in much evidence owing to information given by Colonel Smith, of Victoria, B. C. It is Cape Nome, Alaska, found to be rich in gold, the sands along the coast being exceedingly productive.
Five thousand gold seekers are in the district already and sixty-five thousand and more are trying to arrange for transportation to the Cape during the coming spring. The distance to Cape Nome is 2,500 miles and all the way by water, hence so much more accessible than Klondike and other points in the interior. The Nome digging cannot be monopolized by grabbers, monopolies and syndicates and hence they are the poor man’s diggings. The gold is obtained between tides and gold digging is as free as fishing.
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Roberts, the Utah member, was refused his seat in Congress, not being pure enough to enter those hallowed walls. If he had been a rake, a drunkard, a gambler, he would have had chance. But, having followed a custom of the ancients which still prevails in Utah, he is cast out by an overwhelming vote. He had the law on his side, but it availed him not.
A CHEMICAL EXPERIMENT
Gentlemen, I will now illustrate to you the combustibility of chemical com- pounds. This experiment, you perhaps know, is delightfully dangerous; it has undoubtedly caused more deaths in various schools and colleges than any other experiment known to science. Only yesterday, three laboratories were totally wrecked and five hundred and fifty-seven students were instantly killed during the performance of the experiment. When exposed to view, gentlemen, it explodes with terrific violence.
A slight jar will set if off, therefore, no one is allowed to wink or breathe while the substance is in the room.
Those men under the chairs may save themselves some inconvenience by climbing up in the gallery. That pale individual who is pushing vigorously against the door might better save his strength for future emergencies. The door, gentlemen, is doubly locked and barred. Do not be alarmed at that distant rumbling, my assistants are only bringing the compound up the stairs and the bomb proof cases are heavy.
Before the experiment begins, I feel obliged to inform that fleshy person in the further corner that he had better get up from his knees and open his eyes as he may get the full benefit of the lecture.
Everything is now ready.
I will hasten below to the basement and call for the Cambridge fire encouragers while my assistant performs the experiment. – Harvard Lampoon
AT CAMP
Academy, W.Va.
Editor,
Within the past few days, we have been asked, by several different people, whether or not it is a fact that Mr. Isaac B. Smith sold to us a poisoned sheep, from which it is to be presumed that such information has been afforded to the public, and in justice to Mr. Smith we have the following statement to make, which we hope you will kindly print in your next issue.
Mr. Isaac B. Smith has been furnishing butter, eggs, milk and sheep to us since November 10th, 1899, and we hope he will continue to accommodate us. We never received from him a poisoned sheep and we can offer no intelligent cause for the purpose or falsity of the rumor, which perhaps is based upon the imagination of some friend of Mr. Smith.
Yours truly,
J. J. Strand & Co.
DUNMORE
Then it rained and snowed again.
Several years ago, George Hoover was bitten by a rattlesnake. The snake died and George is still alive, but his leg is in such a shape that he cannot walk.
The time will soon come again to vote for War and Prosperity.
E. N. Moore is out for sheriff, and he will make a good one.
Joe Buzzard was in town Monday. He left his mule at home.
J. W. Warren finished his lumber job Thursday. About six million feet of lumber is lying in Knapps Creek ready for the drive.
Holmes Sharp started to preaching Sunday but got lost and found himself at Joseph Moore’s
DIED
William H. Callison, of Locust Creek, January 31st, aged 50 years. He was a true man in all the relations of life. Kind and affectionate in his family, a true friend to his neighbors and faithful to his church. He married Miss Laura Whiting, and five children survive him…
He worked hard for the erection of the church on Locust Creek and gave $400. He was a good steward and was always alive to the interests of the church.
A good man is gone. His place will be hard to fill. He was needed here, but God’s will be done. He rests from his labors.
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Mr. H. L. Casebolt, of Lobelia. His age was 81 years. He had lived in this county all his life and worked very hard and laid up a nice fortune for old days and was a stockholder in the Pocahontas Bank. A wife, son and daughter survive him. He had been a member of the Baptist church about four years. His best work here was the building of a new church near Lobelia, where we trust many souls will be gathered ready to enter in at the strait gate which leads to life eternal.
DO YOU KNOW?
If a hen and a half lay an egg and a half in a day and a half, how many eggs will six hens lay in seven days?