Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1872-11-14

1up Ou DOutu StTcct, WulCu dIC usually
choked with trucks, were clear to all cor
blank and dismal. In conversation with
many downtown merchants our reporter
ascertained that business had come to a
perfect stand-still, and it was impossible
to get truckmen, as their horses were
either sick or dying, and those who had
good horses, for which they had paid
from $3.50 to $500 apiece, refused to i'm
peril their safety unless such large COM
pensation was given them per head as
would place the merchants profits ON
gross amount to merely nominal figure.
One flour merchant told the reporter
that he had an order to send 5000 bar
rels of flour South, but that truckman
demanded SIS a load of thirty barrels;
and sugar man told him that one OF his
Ten made an attempt to put four hogs-
heads of sugar on truck, and that one
of the horses staggered and fell, and died
in the traces before he could be removed,
having broken his heart with overwork.
At the lower end of Wall street, where
there is usually very busy scene, and
where hundreds of thousands of dollars
worth of merchandise, from an anchor to
thousand bales of cotton, are sold by
auction in few moments, trade has
ne arly closed altogether, and the busy
traders are nearly at their wits end as to
what they are to do. Oxen from the
country are already beginning to appear
on down town streets, and several of
these hardy and healthy animals were to
be seen, yesterday, yoked together, and
drawing great loads, laboring like giants.
Thousands of draught oxen could find
employment at this moment if some
large stock raiser would only send them
;rfo ha itu coll of o6.
vanced prices. The epizoot makes all
mankind akin, it is evident.
[From the New York Sun, Oct, 30.1
Numerous instances of the exorbitant
demands of drivers are reported. A gen.
tleman offered a hackman $12 to take him
from the Cortlandt street ferry to the
Forty-second street depot. His baggage
was one trunk and small satchel. The
coachman REFLECTED an instant and coolly
replied, "Guess l can do better'n that,
boss" Another instance is related of a
drayman who demanded and obtained
$42 for transporting one load of cotton.
on the whole Job. A gentleman, yester-
day, paid $40 to be driven from the Pa
vonia ferry to Fulton ferry.
Many curious remedies have been sug-
gested, but decidedly the most unique
and emphatic experiment was tried in the
Third avenue stables Yesterday, if cre-
dence can be given the story as told there
to San reporter. The Company had a
horse which was in the last stages of the
disease and fully expected to die. The
animal was choking, and, believing that
he must die, this experiment was tried.
First dose of pepper was placed up the
nostrils, followed by quantity of soda.
The expectation was that the fermenta-
tion and expansion of the soda would
either blow off the horses head, or clear
out the obstructed passages in the throat
and head. The horses head proved the
strongest, as he blew out the packed ac-
cummulation of mucous, and is rapidly
recovering.
| The "dicker" between the farmers and
the New York men for oxen is sometimes
amusing. One man to-day Ia New York
er) went out on the road to hire a yoke
he had heard of, when the following oc-
Cured:
New Yorker. Say, boss, I want to hire
your oxen for three Or four weeks to take
to New York to do our carting.
Farmer. What dye pay?
Now Yorker. Six dollars day with
driver.
Farmers Boy. Shall I go with him,
pop?
Farmer. Well, now. that amt enough
for them ar critters. That ar off OK ken
pull house down. Say So day, and
they're yourn.
| New Yorker. Well, old man, we won't
quarrel; get 'em ready. This the boy to
drive 'em?
Farmer. Well. don't know about that.
You know that York is hard place. I'll
have to step in and see the old woman
about that. ALI three enter the farmers
kitchen.
Farmer. Mother, l have hired out
Brindle Bob and Jim to this Yorker, and
he wants the boy to go with 'em and drive
| 'em.
Farmers Boy. Oh, yes, mother, you
know can look after 'em better thar
poppy. I'm spryer.
Mother. Yes, Johnny, but who'll look
after you? Turning to the New Yorker.
Do you belong to church?
New Yorker. Oh, yes. Our firm art
all church members; go to Henry Ware
Beecher's. Well look after the boy.
Mother. Tell Mr.. Beecher he's allers
went to Sunday School and bin good
boy. Now do take care of him
New Yorker Never fear, aunty; I'll
take him to Sunday School and church.
When the boy and New Yorker left The
farm with the oxen, the mother stood ii
the kitchen doorway wiping her eyes, anG
the "old man" was leaning over the barn
yard gate.