Thursday, August 16, 1900
As descriptive of a small place, this proverbial expression is often used: “There is not room enough to swing a cat.”
Charles G. Leland, an expert in tracing origin of this proverb to a superstition prevalent in Transylvania, where it is said that when a runaway cat is recovered, she must be swung three times around to attach her to the dwelling. The same thing is to be done to a stolen cat if the party would keep it from returning home.
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The Webster Echo, commenting on the shooting at Cowen, says:
“This should be a warning to all young men who drink to excess and who delight to carry on their person a pistol to protect themselves from imaginary foes, and the question comes home to us today with more than wonted force, what shall we do with young men who drink whiskey and carry revolvers?
McClintic’s Camp
Hello Mr. Editor,
I will give you a few lines, including Webster county as well as our Camp.
The ramps are ripe and mostly gathered; haymaking is in order; the corn is beginning to silk, and oats are about ready to cut. The blackberries are beginning to get ripe, and in some parts, it is dangerous to be safe.
Saturday, the 4th, at Camden on Gauley at Dick Dyer’s saloon, a man by the name of Young, living within about 10 miles of Camden, was there and drinking to some extent; he walked up to the clerk, George Milan, and using some oaths said to him, “I never have liked a bone in your body,” and fired with a 38 revolver and shot him in the throat. Death followed Tuesday. Young is in the Addison jail.
Henry Fletcher, while in a poker game at Cherry Bottom got in a dispute and drew a knife on the insulted man, and in return he gave Mr. Fletcher a 32-pistol bullet in his mouth and one in his side, but Mr. Fletcher is about well again.
A couple started from the three forks of Williams River to Cowen to get married. They were walking very rapidly and overtook a Frenchman who had a good supply of pigs ear whiskey; and the Frenchman, being a very kindhearted man, divided his whiskey with them. The groom-to-be got very much intoxicated and the Frenchman took the bride, she having the license. They went on to Cowen and tried to get married, but the Frenchman was too well known. So, the lady gave the license back to the intoxicated lover and went with the Frenchman, and they are waiting for Groundhog Day to come so they can get married, Such is life.
Court has been in session at Addison for some days. The case of W. McClintic and the incorporation at Cowen being called, the papers had been lost, and the case was thrown out of court.
THE CAMPERS OUT
A party of young people from Lewisburg and vicinity are camping out near Marlinton, having excellent sport and getting near to Nature’s own heart in their free and simple mode of living.
The party, numbering 18, all told, arrived in a four horse wagon, presenting to the beholder a bewildering galaxy of youth and beauty. They will spend about 10 days on the trip. A commissary wagon, amply provisioned, accompanied the outfit. They are well supplied with tents.
Those comprising the party are as follows:
Mrs. Henry Hunter.
Misses Elizabeth Newman, Julia Arbuckle, Emma Arbuckle, Mary Lynn Arbuckle, Anna McLaughlin, Lula McLaughlin, Ruth Randolph, Emma Brown, Ann Brown and Madge Dobbs.
Messrs Sandy Arbuckle, Houston Arbuckle, Stewart Arbuckle, Lee McLaughlin, Edgar McLaughlin, Robert Braxton and Charles Rader.
TRAVELERS REPOSE
Miss Daisy Yeager has returned to her home at Marlinton.
Moreau Keller, son of G. A., had the misfortune to get his arm broken Monday evening. He is getting along very well under the treatment of Dr. P. D. Arbogast.
The hum of the Armstrong mowing machine can be heard in almost every fence corner.
Quite a number of the boys and girls attended singing on Brushy Run Sunday.
FROST
Nice weather at this time. The sick are all improving.
Berry picking is the order of the day.
I agree with last week’s correspondent that there was no dance at J. B. F. Sharp’s; but there was to have been one, and on account of the illness of their child they said they had better turn their dance into a prayer meeting.
If Frost gets a post office it will never be on Gravely Street, for there was never anything on that street but hard times. The office will be located at the point of view – when there is one.
How about our new mail route leading through people’s farms where there is no public road?
P. D. M. came to mill one morning, and the miller wasn’t up, and he took the girl and fled.
