The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1858-11-03
Lite in Kansas-How People "aet on
out There

A correspondent of the Missouri Re.
publican gives the following racy &C.
count of Kansas life as he saw and ex-
pericnced it: s..... ..--.. ...->.
l went into a sort of cavern in Kansas
where were stout. big, fat men laying
upon sorter beds, shaking with the ague
while in an adjoining room teanlsters
were hugging and kissing their sweet
hearts, who sat on their APPS, and the
oxen lying down by the door sill, rest
ing; the dogs, cats, hogs and fowls all
seemed in partnership, enjoying squat.
ter sovereignty lighted my pipe
and took stroll among the bipeds,
quadrupeds and family group. In one
place sat once good looking lady, witE
a little child in her arms dying in the
yard lay an old mattrass, quilt and
blanket airing, and tbs varmints running
off them to hide from the sun; in an old
wooden bucket cloae by, was some
mouldly, half cooked biscuit; and lots
and slivers of dirt piled up here and
there, in the corners of the room ths
sun was hot-tho thermometer stood at
80 in the shade-everything sought the
shade and was glad-dust and sand was
flying in the clouds, and the mosquitoes
real gallinippers, came down in swarms
l looked outside. inside, upward and
downward, all about me, in the fellows
lap, who, whenever he squeezed her
right smartly, would cry out, oh F!
don't-odd rot-you, man! ] reckon as
how you never herd fellow fselin' Of
you .-.... s. .......
Old goggle-eyes came up with his
new boots on, right straight all the
way from Cincinnati. He was on visit
to see his son. Next came that fellow
from Milwaukee he wanted to get away
from them pesky RAILROADS that was ru.
inin' our country ; them internal i'm
provements going on in Wisconsin was
breaking up 'squatter sovereignty u
right smart chance, who were emigra
ting to Kansas, working in a tavern--
but he had eaten green watermelon
back on the road, that gin him the
cramp collie, and he wanted some whis-
ky powerful bad .
A pretty good sort Of an Irish girl.
who has been out to Kansas, came along
in the stage, to get back to Illinois she
was tired of Kansas--had seen enough
of it--had shook with the fever and
ague until little was left Of her. Din.
ner was announced. and such another
mess--( dinn~r) never mind--shut your
eyes and go it blind. flies and all---it is
fresh meat anyhow. One fellow hauled
out his bottle of baldiace to keep the
stuff down, another paid fifty cents to
be let off. Everybody comes when the
bell rings--the ID take the hindmost.
and such another pulling and hauling,
the grease flying in every direction-the
old dame hands aound her muddy coffee
brings in the frying pan from off the
fire outside, turns it bottom up upon an
empty plate on the table, crying out.
help yourselves, gentlemen to the truck
1t had no name and as for colors was as
various as the rainbow. One half of
the stage passengers have not got out
of the house or tavern. before the driver
is off, while those behind halloo at the
top of their voice, stop, I'm passenger
don't leave me here These little buckle
berry tavern, are strung all along every
road, and entertainment for man and
horse chalked on board, meets the
eye. Some Of Adams old hens are
cooked up. called chickens but they
are SO tough knife will not cut them,
nor ones teeth penetrate them. l saw
many of them, grown grey with age,
that some people, not acquainted, call
grouse they are some Adam left. and
found very thick along the road.