December 8, 1927
Game Notes
The other night some citizens of the Frost neighborhood were coming from Highland county. As they topped the Alleghany they noticed in the moonlight something coming down the path which follows the top of this mountain. They stopped the car to see what it was, and just then something hit the car a smashing blow. It was a big buck deer, and he had attempted to butt the automobile off the road. There was considerable blood on the car where the deer hit it. The supposition is that the buck had been in a fight, and whether victor or vanquished, he was in no humor to have his way blocked by anything.
There were literally hundreds of ducks on Greenbrier River at Marlinton last Friday morning. They seemed to have come with the wind and rainstorm of Thursday night. There was a lot of shooting, and some ducks were killed. On Lower Camden Avenue a flock of ducks must have flown against the electric light lines as there were a number of paralyzed and more or less helpless ones in the streets and yards Friday morning. Some of the fowls were picked up, and others were able to make it to the river. It may be that the ducks were attracted by the street lights and flew against the high tension wires.
A few weeks ago Harry Varner and one of the Carpenter boys were hunting coons on Red Oak Flat, at the head of Williams River. The dogs stirred up a panther. The panther screamed and the dogs retreated. These dogs are bear fighters, but they did not choose to run the panther. A panther was seen last August on the North Fork of Cranberry, six or seven miles distant from Red Oak Flat.
Withrow McClintic reports the killing of a raccoon on his estate on Swago, which weighed thirty-two pounds. This is about twice the size of an average sized big coon.
Harper Beverage, of Clover Lick, killed a big Canadian lynx at the glades on Cranberry last week. Mr. Beverage is six feet tall, but his cat’s front paws touched the ground as he carried it by the hind legs over his shoulder. He was a sheep eater, as wool was found in his teeth. The gray color, the size, the tufted ears and the “snow shoe” feet” proved it to be a Canadian lynx.
ROMANCE
Romance is not dead. Far from it.
Things still happen that are characteristic of romances. The chances of life have been enlarged and the danger to life are enhanced considerably…
There are new things that figure in romance such as the motor car. The horse was the fleetest thing afoot a few years ago. On the back of the horse, the villain or the hero cut considerable of a figure and got over ground at great speed, but they built a motor car that makes the efforts of the horse pretty feeble in an emergency.
The horse is beginning to feel the effects of it. There are about five million fewer horses in the United States than there were twelve or thirteen years ago, in spite of the great increase in population and wealth. In 1914, there were 20,963,000 horses in this country valued at about two and a quarter billion dollars. In 1926, there were 15,778,000 valued at a billion dollars. There is a lesson for you. The horse that was a vain thing for safety is passing. He was built for speed. The mule is for useful purposes, and the mule is on the increase…
I can remember in the old days when I thought that I could tell the step of certain horses that I was well acquainted with. A number of them, in fact. The old covered bridge was a regular sounding board for quiet stepping horses. And as the boy in the old days was supposed to recognize a man by the horse he rode for any distance up to a mile, we had a good deal of practice to listen to the beat of the horse’s feet and watch for the rider to emerge from the tunnel.
I can recollect the day when all my dreams for the future centered around the horse. I could not imagine any position of comfort in life with a horse left out of it. Without a horse meant to be chained to the rock, or to lose caste by having to walk. It was alright to walk to save your horse but to be so thriftless that you did not have a horse to save, that was no part of ambition in those days…
LETTER
Dear Friend Calvin;
We are having fine weather down here, almost as warm as summer. Haven’t had but four frosts so far and not any snow much here all winter, two or three inches at a time, and doesn’t lay but a short while.
Am sending my dollar for the Times. I sure do appreciate the Times down here, for it’s very seldom you see any one from Pocahontas down here. Haven’t seen anyone, only Walker and Richard Yeager, and they came from Florida. So they did not have any Pocahontas news.
The stork recently visited our home on November 6 and left a girl, Pearl Marie.
Will close, hoping to get the paper next Saturday.
Your friend,
H. Kyle Curtis
Putney, Ky.
DIED
Gertie Jeanette Kisner, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. C. M. Greathouse, was born April 4, 1899, and was converted and joined the M. E. Church South at the age of thirteen, at Bartow. She was reared in a Christian home. Even when a small child she was faithful in her attendance at church and in any church work that she was asked to do. During part of the time she was organist at her church. Her fervent Christian experience, even from childhood, was evidenced in her earnest prayers as she led her family at times in their morning and evening worship and in her clear personal testimonies in the church services.
She was modest, humble, sweet spirited. She wore in her life and on her face the marks of a genuine Christian. Her righteous living made her life a strong influence in her home, in her church and in her community. Many express their appreciation of her neighborly services.
She was married to Lonnie Lee Kisner, December 29, 1921. To them two children were born, Evelyn Ivalee and Pearly Jeanette.
Death had no terrors for her. She passed away November 17, 1927, in the Elkins Hospital to which she had been taken for treatment…
Her body was laid to rest in a cemetery near her home.
