The north Iowa times. [volume] (M'Gregor [i.e. McGregor], Iowa) 1856-1857, 1857-02-27


we commenced four day days ago to
draw up the old mans son at the bottom
and kept on dr.win till yesterday morn
ing, when hearing no tidings of him, we
sent the old man down days journey to
report progress, and tell you what it's,
stranger. we 'spect' to have report from
him every moment" ....
waited a couple of hours, and had the
satisfaction of shaking hands with the
proprietor, and hearing his report to this
effect. Having descended to an immense
depth, he yelled out to his son below him,
and wished to know what luck he had in
finding water, &c. and received for an
answer, that he had not found drop of
water, but it began to look decidedly moist
around the edges Of the 's;te.' when he
left the bottom!
Gas my time was too precious to wait
the appearance Of the proprietor's son,
pursued my way to an adjoining town,
and put up for the night.
ga week elapsed ere 1 heard anything
further from that well. Being in Chicago
at the expiration Of that time, 1 one morn
ing took up one of the daily papers and
read of a sigular freak in that we'll, report
ed by the owner in person.
"By the account, it would seem that
the proprietor's son arrived at the top of
the well, the day after left but no in
ducement held out by the father, could
tempt him into the we'll again. By his
account, it was absolutely dangerous
working at the bottom the stones and
gravel when loosened, were constantly
rising and striking him in the head And
then, such horrid noises as issued from the
hollow earth-it was too much for him at
that depth The old man being some
what irritated at his sons obstinacv, or
want of courage to descend the we'll again,
vowed by all the heathen gods that he
would see the bottom, and dig through, if
he couldn't find wafer in any other man
ner.
"The old man having reached bottom,
commenced a furious onslaught on the
moist sae' with crow and pick. And said
he: Il don't think / had struck but a
couple of blows, ere the next thing Twas
aware of, l was on 'teryyJf,my,' having
been blown clean out through that shaft
seated in tub-tg on explosion cfyas =
And what's more, there wasn't hair on
me damaged in the least; but the dis
charge of sand and stones had killed seven
of the workmen, and the gas had blown
my son and the windlass all to filters"
Gracious For mercy sake, brother
Cushman" said the old elder, rising and
patting the lecturer on the shoulder, edo
tell the audience something about spiritual
wants ofthe people, and what they thought
of our colporteurs in those region %
"Oh, yes" said the Squire, getting
somewhat nettled, "ahem well, the
fact is just this-the truth must out -
They didn't think much of 'em, any
way but called 'em lazy set of Yankee
wolves in sleeps pelts! !'' And that's
about all heard them say as to spiritual
matters"
The old elder hastily arose aid uttered
a benediction, and the audience dispersed,
we'll satisfied in having heard the last of
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TAKE A PAPER FOR YOUR WIFE.-A
friend says an exchange, not long since
told story in relation to one of our sub
scribers which contains good moral for
husbands, and also furnishes an example
for wives which is not unworthy of imita-
ton under similar circumstances:
1.-The subscriber referred to, said our
friend in the presence of his wife ''said that
it had been his intention to call at the office,
pay up his arrears, and discontinue his
paper"
His wife very promptly asked:
"But why do you intend to discontinue
the paper?"
"Because," said the husband, II am
so much away from home on business, and
have SO little time to read. there seems to
be little use in my taking a paper"
EYES," replied she, ''lt may be of lit
tie use to you, but it is of great use to me.
| remain at home while you are GONE
l wish to know what is going on in the
world. If you wish to discontinue the
paper, | will go right to town and subscribe
myself" .s.'-...... ..s... ... ....-....
AS the paper has not been discontinued.
We suppose the wife's reasoning was con-
elusive.
The PARTING HorR.--The hour is
coming. and it is fearful and solemn
hour, even to the wisest and the best the
hour is coming when we must bid adieu
to the scenes which please us to the fam
lilies we love, to the frisnds we esteem.-
Whether we think or whether we think
not, that body which is now warm and
active with life shall be cold and notion
less in death-the countenance must be
pale, the eye must be closed, the voice
must be siienced. the sense must be des-
troyed, the whole appearance must be
changed by the remorseless hand of our
last enemy. We may Danish the remem-
brance of the weakness of our human ma
ture, We may tremble at the prospect of
dissolution, but our reluctance to reflect
upon it, and our attempts to drive it from
our recollection, are in vain. We know
that We are sentenced to die, and though
We sometimes succeed in casting off for a
season the conviction of this unwelcome
truth, we never can entirely remove it