Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1870-07-27
One OF 'EM-23d inst.-We should


One OF 'EM-23d inst.-We should
say so. We gasp at passing messenger
from furnace for breath, and contemplate
dissolution in liquid form. Respiration
| breaks from our body in drops like crab
apples, and flows down our person in rivu-
lets. Whew Hot? - no name for it.
Red-hot-fails utterly to express the Situa-
ton. Pitbole IN her palrniest days with
Oil Greek ablaze from end to end is no COM
parision. Fiery flames and sweltering
blasts from regions below, with "doors aiar"
and imps beyond fall short of the condition.
P-s h-e-w and we subside. We languish,
loll, melt and fear reduction to "a stream
Of pure delight" with a run to nothingness.
A scorcher, a screamer, parcher, sisser-
Oh ! w-h-e-w Shoe Fly
What time for paper collars, star-candles,
young lovers, and the newly married.
Sympathy advertisements unnecessa-
ry. The Hebrew Children could have had no
such melting period as this for their ordeal.
Chu-ohu-c-h-e-wg We boil, blister, fry,
shrivel, shrink-we roast Not roller,
cylinder, form, frame or other "metalic
substance" Or perishable matter left in this
| Office. All changed, transformed, melted,
smelted, run down in floods, and ready
mixed by the elements, red and flaming as
a comets tail, and floating in space like dis
solving views, vainly seeking the shady side
and cool resort of Satan's abode. Our Sala
mander has yielded to entreaties of elements
combined, and is no more Though bur-
glar proof and good for any ordlna ry con-
flagration, the odds of such an intense day
are too many even for Herring, and as we
write one of his chest made and strongest
wrought runs in stream of molten CORY,
and lacks but mould for recon
struction. Phew! Whew Terrif c-Tre-
mendous. Water from our artesians comes
seething and sissing like tea kettle, and
fit to boil eggs. Globules of solio sweat
explode like torpedoes, aud strike fame
readily as lucifer match. Old Lucifer
himself or his regions at least, can't be far
from here P-h-e-w. Thermometer go in
the shade and-going Look See Don't
she shoot. Fiery dragons and flaming
chariots but-iSn't it hot 990, whiz-102o
piz-105o- bang-ah Split IN the
ntensifed-bursted-g up like
rocket, Ia Wise, LaMountain, on a tour
of observation, and we yield to the impor
tunities Of our Scotch jour, to ''Gang ava
for bit" and conclude with him that
Hell itself is not NOR n twa miles fra here"
A SINGULAR FRIENDSHIP Their
is small dog belonging to one of our First
Ward families, which has formed an attach
ment for a half-grown chicke that is no
less remarkable for its strength and con-
stancy than for its peculiar character. The
chicken which is the object of this
devotion is by no means beauty, being one
Of tie Brahma variety, and in the midst of
chickenhood,s most awkward age :" yet,
in her admirers eyes, she is evidently
marvel of comeiness, and whenever his
favorite comes in sight, though surrounded
by a dozen others of the same size and gen.
eral appearance. he at once proceeds to Sc
Iect her from the resi- ard devotes himself to
Der for hours with manifest delight aud sat
isiaction. Though the dog is much the more
demonStrative of the two his sentiments are
evidently reciprOcated in measure, for the
chicken seems to decidedly prefer his socie-
t. to that of her own kind. At times, when
he becomes too boisterous in his attentions,
she admcnishes him with a sharp peck,
which at once reduces him to q proper
sense of her dignity sand his appropriate
place but generally she responds to his
gambolings and cayortings with certain
frisky antics of her own, which, though by
no means remarkable for grace, he seems to
regard with the greatest delight as being
rendered in the same spirit which animates
his own.
What may be the fate of this strange al
lance, when the older days, which are sup
posed to bring cares and wisdom, come, We
shall be curious to know.