Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-03-22


THE CROOKED LoG.--One of our West
ern farmers, being very much annoyed last
summer by his best SOW breaking into his
cornticld, search was instituted in vain for
the hole in the raii-fence. Failing to find
any, an attempt was made to drive out the
animal By the same way of her entrance;
but of course without success. The owner
then resolved to watch her proceedings
and posting himself at night in a fence cor
ner, he saw her cutter atone end OF hol-
low log, within the enclosure. .Eurekar
cried be, L have you now, old lady!' Ac-
cordingly he proceeded, after turning her
out, olce more, to so arrange the log, (it
being very crooked that both ends opened
on the outside of the field The next day
the animal was observed to enter at her &C
customed place, and shortly emerge again.
Her astonshment.' says our informant, at
finding herself in the same Geld whence she
had started is too ludicrous to be described !
she looked this way and then that grunted
her dissatisfaction, and finally returned to
the original starting place; and after de-
hberate survey of matters. to satisfy her.
self that it was all right, she again entered
the log. On emerging yet once more on
the wrong side, she evinced even more sur
prise than before, aud turned alb out, re-
traced the log in an opposite direction
Finding this effort likcw in vain, after
looking long and attenlively at the position
of things. with short, angry grunt of dis
appointment, and perhaps fear, she turned
short round, and started eff On brisk run
nor could either ceaxing or driving ever af-
ter induce her to visit that part Of the field.
She seemed TO have a superstition concern
ing the spot.-Kniek,
ABSENCE OF MIwD-AND Clothes
The following anecGo;e of An innocent
French Canadian, is from Mrs. Noodle $
recent work.
A couple of young ladies were walking
one fine summer evening along the west
bank OF the MORA. and the narrator, in
STOPPING over the water to gather some
wild flowers that grew in crevice of the
rock dropped her parasol in the river. A
cry Of vexaton at the loss of the article of
dress. which is expensive, and almost inds-
pensa bic beneath the rays Of Canadian
sun, burst from her lips, and attracted the
attention of young man whom she had
not before observed, who was swimming at
some distance down the river. He imme-
diately turned, and dexterously catching
the parasol as it swiftly glided past him.
swan towards The ladies with the restored
article, carried dog-fashion, between his
teeth.
In his zeal to render this little service,
the poor fellow forgot that he was not in
condition to appear before ladies;who start
ed at such an apparaton, made the bestof
their time to fly precipitately from the
spot.
4 have no doubt said Miss,
laughing, that the good-natured fellow
meant well, but never was so frightened
and cenfounded in my life The next NOR
ming the parasol was returned at the street
door, with Jean Baptist's compliments to
the young ladies' So much for French
Canadian galantry.
Ez- 1t is certain that either wise bearing,
or ignorant carriage. is caught as men take
disease, one of another; therefore. lei men
take heed EITHER company,