Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1875-03-11
Correspondence.
For the Gallipolis Journal.
Cheshire Chunks.

The wheels Of commerce are re-.
volving again.
MI. ]. n. Manck shipped lso bar
rels Of apples and potatoes, on the st.
James and Ohio, last week.
Messrs. Cooper q Co., 225 oil bar
rels at the same time.
That lightning little packet, the
Wall City, made up quite a cargo
from our place last week, consisting
of -four, feed, wheat, ETC., from the
mill, and 200 sacks wheat for Pome-
roy Mills, from Mccoy Ralston &
Sons.
James Eblen, Esq, one of our
prominent citizens, and formerly of
Morgan township, has been serious
ly ill for several days, but is now
improving.
Within the past week, great num-
bers of wild geese have passed over,
northward bound. That means
tropical acaUe, don't it?
On the 2Sth February, one of Point
Peasants prominent lawyers, in
company with four other men, float
ed past Cheshire on large chunk of
ice. All appeared to be sober except
one. He was reclining softly on the
larboard bow, as if being waited
homeward on "fowery beds of ease." ="
He carried the usual signal lights,
red and green; the green in his eye,
and the red on his nose. Our teles-
cope revealed the figure, the form
and the pose of Tippett!
We had bad "spell'' here last
Wednesday evening. However the
boys antied up $2-satisfaction for
the chance of going home with their
"gals."
For a month all had been quiet in our
peaceful little village. The police
mans star had ceased to shine on our
crowded streets, the Judge had re-
tired to repose upon his laurels, the
constables had departed to their syl-
van abodes, quiet slumber, unbroken
by dreams of bursting safes, squall
ing chickens, sizzling hams, stolen
shirts and waving sheets, had once
more fallen upon our citizens, when,
10, the spell was rudely broken.
Geo. W. Swanson walked up last
Sunday morning to find that it had
been "his turn next" His drug
store had been burglarized. The
large glass in the front window was
smashed to smithereens, the money
drawer riied, CUTLERY and cartridges
handled freely, notions sampled large
ly, etc, etc. Total loss about $40.
The whole thing was boldly but
bunglingly executed, and we are
much afraid that we can't lay the job
at the door of the Philistines. N. B.
-Shot-guns are now at premium,
pad-locks are high, and bulldogs
rising.
Some cowardly, sneaking, white
livered cadaverous, two-legged, sheep
killing, NANCY hound, split Lew Rails
toms horses ear wide open, last Satur-
day night, in his owners stable. A.
Ruble sewed it up and made an ear
stall for it on Sunday. I IknOw it was
not a Cheshireite who manipulated
this job, for the same horse had the
same ear slit in the same place in
Addison about a month since.
From "Skunk HOlloT," and all the
other hollOsos in the county, come the
doleful howls: "Oh, Cheshire" "Ah,
Cheshire" "Woe Cheshire" ETC., ETC.,
ad nausedm. Save your surplus gas,
gentlemen, till you need it. 'All
things are not what they seem," and,
if you look at the thing through the
right knot hole, You will see that
Cheshire is not so naughty" as she
seems. The devil loves a shining
mark. That's what's the matter
with us. But because we have got
the heels of him, and are putting
him through on fast line, and are
telling 1t, you deceive yourselves with
the idea that all the deyiltry in the
county is carried on up here.
They don't need any pad-locks in
"Skunk Hollow" What's the use.
There's nothing there. You can't
lock up vacuum.
Addison don't "spell to raise
funds" Wonder if that's the reason
they don't raise any.
Talking about shirts and sheets
and things, "Squibob" need have no
fears. Chambersburg shirts and
sheets are too ragged and dirty to
tempt thief.
Wheat looks promising. It prom
ises to come out by the roots if this
see-sawing, freezing and thawing
don't cease.
Apples are not injured much, espe-
cially those stored in Trichler's ware
house.
One of our colored citizens import
ed a bottle of tanglefoot from Mid
dleport the other day. Unfortunate
ly for him, he had slowed too much
of the same article in the hold before
starting. Making an unlucky pitch
on the icy pavement, he dropped and
smashed his deck-load. Turning to
the yelling crowd of bystanders, he
Indignantly demanded: "Who de
debble trow dat bottle at me?"
DUNNO.
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