Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1874-12-30
WEATHER TALES.
A Town That Can't Hold More Than
One GreaG Liar.

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| One Great Liar.
Detroit Free Press.
As the reporters sat around the stoy
waiting, Bijah spoke up and said:
'There's half an hour to spare, and
move that We all tell story
Ii was agreed, and biting of anOthe
piece or hcorice, he began:
"Talk about cold weather! You ought .
pass one winter in Arizona. In the winte
Of 1910, which the natives called an opel
winter, the weather was so cold that coffe,
froze on the stove while we were gettin.
breakfast. We Lad to take a maui an,
wedge to split butter open, and potatoes
put into red-hOt oven to bake, would
freeze in less than FIVE minutes.
"Didn't all the live stock in the country
freeze to death?" querried one Of the
circle.
"WIll, some did, but we saved a good
many horses and cattle. 1t was a greai
deal Of trouble. We had to pack each an
imal in box, cover him with cOtton-baf-
ting and fur, and then build fires all around
the boxes. Even thea some ofthe horses were
50 frost-bilten that their hoofs dropped OFF,
and the poor animals had to be taken IN
on sheets and taken down into the valleys
when spring came. Some of YOU NAV
think Pm lying, but the man who SAYS SO
wants to come down behind the tannery
and say it-yes he does. I've lived in this
world too long to have any young men
cast slnr on my statements
A REPORTERS STORY.
After Bijah had been assured that every-
body in the circle placed tn, most implicit
confidence in his story, a reporter cleared
his throat and said:
IL never had much to do with cold eli
mates, but know how hot it is in Africa.
When l was reporting on the African Dog
star, the leading morning paper in that
country, six men had to stand and fan me
as l wrote. One day two Of the six got
into fight, and the heat was too much
Tor the other four. Il melted this
left arm right Of, you see, and my right
leg was saved only by the great
est exertions. l know it looks like a
big story, but Il any Of you doubt my
word IN give you the names of several re-
spectacle parties in Africa who can be ad-
dressed. But that wasn't called hot
weather-nOt real hot day. When the
sun got TO melting the types in the cases,
doOr-knobs dissolved, and awning frames
burned like straw, then we had to stay in
doors and look out for ourselves. know
OF several instances where parties taking
aim at rabbits had the barrel of the gun
melt before they could fire a shOt!'
AN OLD MANS STORY.
There was an old man there from St.
Clara stranger in the city, who had
heard Of the dOings Of the Central station
court, and had come in to see for himself.
He had listened very attentively to the
other two stories, and after taking long
breath he commenced:
''Gentlemen, you may observe that am
an old man. Ny locks are as white as the
driven snow, my limbs are weak, and It is
evident to any Of you that | have nos long
to stay in this world. | speak of this be-
cause it doesn't seem likely that /, 50 near
the grave, would tell lie for the sake OF
telling story. No, no; shall speak moth
ing but the solemn truth. l was go
ing to speak about snow. The winter /
lived in California was a poor winter for
snow. There was great complaint that the
crops would be frozen out, and many far
mers were dOWnhearted. / was over in
Los Angeles county one day, hurting, and
while going across pI3ip came upon a
circular hole in the snow, with a ladder
leading down. Filled with curiosity,
descended. l went down 267 feet by the
tape-line, and then struck the tops Of trees.
One hundred and fifty feet further down
come upon a village. Sleighs were DASH
ing about, business going on, and every
body was looking for thaw."
BIS HONOR
came in while the circle were pOndering
over the story, and the warrant being
ready, poor, lone chap was brought out.
BE was the sole prisoner, and he had called
and asked to be sent up.
''Sir, do you suppose can hoof it down
here on cold morning and open court on
Dne prisoner" demanded his honor.
am sOTy,sir, and as soon as lean strike
/ job I'll pay all the costs" replied the
prisoner.
"Well, if you want to 60 up l suppose
III have to send you, but you can't expect
o have the cushions put into the Black
Maria. Well, here you 60, and here go.
The boys will load you up"
After the Maria had gone Bijah went
oftly to the old man and whispered:
SNOW, do you really mean to say that the
now was so deep as that?"
'sDo II" responded the man, "why l
lidn't strike the deepest spot; landed on
! hill suppose the snow was one hun
lred feet deeper in some of the valleysr1
"Are you thinking Of coming to Detroit
o live?" asked Bijsh.
"No.o
II am glad Of that. This town is only
zig enough TO support one great liar, and If
rou thought Of coming here I'd have to
novel,