The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1874-01-03

dialogue about mutton, and L thought
at one time they'd LAM each other.
One was an Englishman. He swore
that there never was and never would
be mutton equal to SouthdOwn NUT
ton" The other, Southerner, said
that Southdown mutton didn't begin
to be as good as down South mutton"
and finally one of 'em appealed to me.
Says he, what is your opinion,
sir?"
Says l, Either is good boiled with
caper sauce.
And 1 further observed. There's
one thing We did beat England on,
sure"
Says he. What's that, sir?''
Says |, Cheese"
Says he, BAH
Saws |, I'VE have finished talking
about bah, we're on cheese now."
Says he, Cheese! [ never saw any
cheese in this blarsted country that
I'd own over night without getting it
insured
Says 1, "Ah, pray, what kind of in
surance would you take?"
Says he, Life, sir; life''
Says I. IF l owned much English
cheese I'd take out policy, sure"
Says he, What kind, sir?''
Says |, Marine
Says he, "Why so?'
Says /, "It's so full of shippers"
A ROMANTIC PLACE.
Cooperstown is the very place where
the man was born who had rather 60
with somebody else sister to singing
school than his own; he betrayed this
weakness when he was about twenty
years of age, and he is now married.
This is Cooperstown, forever made
classic ground by him who gave to the
world, 1.-The Pioneers,' Home as
Found, and The Deer Slayer . 1t
was settled by Judge VIM. Cooper,
who removed from Burlington, n. j.,
in 1876, when j. Fennimore was only
one year old. He cf whom years after,
when he was absent in Europe, Hal
leck wrote:
Cooper, whose name is with his country's
First in her files, her pioneer of mind
\ wanderer now in other climes has proven
His love for the young land he left behind.
And throned her in the Senate hall Of ma
tOnS,
Robed like the deluge rainbow, heaven
wrought;
Magnificent as his own minds creations,
And beautiful as its green world Of
thoughts.
Cooperstown is beautiful place in
summer, but just now the snow is too
| deep for me to judge of the prospects
of next springs grass crop.
Leather Stocking once lived here.
| Il II.
woollen stockings comes more apropos
to me than leather stockings" and
as for the Deer Slayer" a beautiful
Cooperstown belle in a sleigh, with
two gooses heads on the runners in
front, is the only dear sleigher / have
seen since l arrived.
There is an ''unsalted sea" here,
Otsego lake. It is lovely sheet of
water, ten miles in length, and two
steamboats, plough its bosom-when it
pays to plough its bosom. Salmon
shad, or Otsego bass. grow in this
lake, and Seth Green, who knows
something about fish, says they arc
distinct from those living in any other
waters" They sometimes weigh as
much as seven pounds, and they used
to catch as many as five thousand in a
seine at single haul. They amt SO
plenty now. Within the past two
years they have planted 100000 bass
and trout in the lake, and in a short
time there will be splendid fishing.
OLD MEMORIES.
Persons of romantic or rum antic
turns of mind will find Cooperstown
one of the most delightful places on
earth. Let 'em come here when the
trees are robed in green, and take a
sail on the lake on whose banks the
Iroquois once built their camp fires
while drinking in the beauties of the
scene, have pointed out to them 1.-The
Chalet, with its landing place TO,
Leather Stockings Cave, and imagine
they can hear the laugh of the Indian
maiden, Wah-ta- Wah, more musical
than the ripples of the lake.
l quote: ''Off Hyde Bay, where the
rushes wave on the shoals, the dim
outline of Muskrat Castle can be
traced, and the faint strains of an old
time hymn are heard, strangely sweet
over the water-the even song of Het
ty at her mothers grave
Take a seat meath the awning oi
the boat and listen while they point
out the favorite resorts of ''Old Hut.
ter, Harry Hurry and greatest Of
them all, "Natty," the Deer Slayer
until you can fancy you see him ''com
ing down from the cave that bears hi
name, gliding in his canoe across
Blackbird bay, or crossing the Vision
in haste to rescue from the panther.
cruel claws the fair form of Elizabeth
Temple, dear old Natty-faithful
kindly wraith-the memory of TIL,
character and deeds will haunt thu
valley long after the very names Of it,
real men and women are forgotten
save only the man who gave thee t,
the world, the man whose grave i,
ftly made near the shores of tn,
Haunted Lake.
QUEER PEOPLE.
Any one who don't like this kind O
doings can stay ashore, and mingl,
with the people, who are just abou
the same as elsewhere. / mingled
among 'em, most of 'em are might,
nice, but some of EN- are queer. On,
of 'em saw a fellow shingling a hons,
and he called him Rufus" and tha
same man, notwithstanding he is ,
J tailor, takes paper whose motto i
measures not men"