The weekly Shasta courier. [volume] (Shasta, Calif.) 1872-190?, 1873-08-30
New Books.


NEW LIFE IN NEW LANDS Notes Of Tray
ell. By Grace Greenwood. PIP. Alb.
New York : J. B. Ford & Co.
We do not doubt that this book will be
received with interest by many in our State
who, having made the acquaintance of the
author when here, or having heard one or
more of her lectures, will feel curiosity
to know what are her impressions of the
West. The book is written in the lively,
entertaining style characteristic of the au-
thor, and is enjoyable throughout. 1t is
divided into seven chapters, viz Chicago
as it was" Colorado" Utah." Ne
vada," California" Homeward Journey"
and Colorado in Autumn" all containing
valuable information, not only for Eastern
readers, but for ourselves. OF the many
books which have sung praises Of the Far
West, these Notes of Travel' are to be
reckoned among the most reliable, pleas
ant, and every way satisfactory.
QUESTIONS OF THE Day. By Rev. John
Hall, DID. 1873. New York: Dodd
Mead
Discussing religious questions, the title
indicates very well the character of the
book, although some of the chapters are on
old topics. The author maintains the old
school, orthodox views, and supports his po-
sitions with considerable ability. Not
withstanding the good degree of thought
displayed in some of the chapters, we can
not help thinking that the author could
have done better if he had taken more time
to prepare the book. But the book is well
worth reading by those who wish to keep
up with the times, and is we'll calculated to
stimulate further thought and investigation.
The STRAY HEN-Mr Cobleigh, of Mel
son street, bought three hens, Saturday
night and put them under box until he
could build coop. Sunday morning he
saw one of them in the street, and bestow-
ing brief curse on the somebody who had
overturned the box, and jeopardized his
property, he started out after it to drive it
into the yard. 1t took fifteen minutes to
convince him that that hen could not be
driven into that yard, and then he attempt
ed to catch it. Three times he rose up
with his hands full of feathers, and his chin
full of sand, but still the hen eluded him.
Once he got it cornered, and thought sure
he had it, but it flew straight up over his
head, and tapped it wings in his face, and
filled his eyes with dust. o, how mad Mr..
Cohleigh was. 1t was Sunday morning.
The bells were ringing, people were starting
to church and there he was in the street,
with no coat or hat on, and with nothing
but slippers on his feet, and every once in a
J while one of them would come off and fly
through the air, and his naked foot would
come in contact with the cruel gravel be-
: for he could stop himself Then he would
have to hop back on one foot after that
slipper, while the hen stood on the sidewalk
and elocuted, and the little Sunday school
children stopped and laughed, and their pa
rents reproved them and laughed, too.
Finally the hen got away from him and
started down street at wonderful speed for
hen, and he started after her, his face red
der than ever, and every time he cleared
rod he would stop and hop back two after
one of those slippers. When he reached
the corner of Essex street, he jumped out
of both slippers at once, but instead of stop
ping to go back, he picked up a stick of
wood, and kept on. Then as the hen
lodged into gateway he hurled the stick,
and broke the leg of a strange dog, which
added its piercing "ki-yi," to the entertain
ment. But Cobleigh didn't STOP He tore
into the yard after his property in his bare
feet, and chased the hen into wood pile
and caught it just as the owner of the prem
ises came out and wanted to know what
Colbeigh was going to do with his hen,
and what he meant, anyway by getting
drunk and kicking up such hullabaloo
in peaceful neighborhood. Cobleigh first
thought he would knock the man down
with an axe, and what he could not eat
of him, bury under barn, but the new
conner succeeded in proving TO Colbeigh
that the hen was his, and then the miserable
man burst into tears and limped back
home where he found the three hens un-
der the box.-Danbury Mems.