The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1875-04-15
LAST OF THE SNOW.
The Danbury Mans Welcome to the
Coming Gentle Spring.

we hope, says The Danbury News,
that with the passing away of the snow
will disappear all temptation to repeat
the disgraceful scene enacted on Mum
son street, Friday afternoon. AS near
as we can ascertain, the particulars are
as follows:
Mr.. Robinson, who occupies the
house next north Of Merrili's grocery,
was engaged in shovelling the snow
from the roof into the street During
the work, he heard scream from below,
and looking over the cornice, he saw
man with hair, neck and clothes full of
snow, dancing up and down on the walk,
and shaking his fist toward Mr. Robin
son.
'sWhat do you mean by throwing
your blasted snow over me?" gasped the
stranger.
'.Who threw snow on you?'' very nat
urally inquired Mr. Robinson, there be-
ing every probability in the world that
it was thrown Oh him several days be-
fore
''You did; just this minute" asserted
the stranger most positively.
''Well L didn' t mean to throw it on
you. How'd [ know you were there?"
said Mr.. Robinson, feeling that the oc-
'sWhy in thunder amt you looking
to see what you're dom, and not be
finging your snow all over creation,
burying up respectable people r. de-
manded the stranger.
"Who are you, any way ?' said Rob
inson, raising his voice to the key
adopted by the stranger.
s'I'll teach you who / an If you douce
ma rrair with yyOJ1r avalanche - scream
ed the stranger.
Both men were now talking at the top
of their voices-being some twenty feet
apart-and several windows in the neigh
borhood went up.
"What do you mean by talking to ne
that way?" screamed Robinson.
'sI'lI show you, If you come down
here, you dough-faced guillotine, .
shriked the stranger.
| "Don't you call me names,' roared
Robinson, 'tor I'll come down there and
| split your head open with this snow
| shovel"
so, just you come, just you come, .
screamed the stranger with the snow In
his neck. going passionately through the
motions OF backing pair of imaginary
eyes. ''That's all [ ask Of you, you
cock-eyed bedbug''
''Stop your hollering around here,
you bow-legged REPTILE yelled Robin
son, dancing on the edge of the roof in
ecstacy of rage, cor I'll hammer the
lights out of you in about a--Murder!
! he !"
And in about an instant the frighten-
ed man was sailing toward the walk,
madly clawing the air with pair of
legs and long-handled snow shovel.
The occupants of the window sent up a.
scream of horror, while the individual
on the walk gave one phrenzied glance
at the approaching spectacle, and turned
about, and fled distractedly up the street
shouting, ''Flre % and ''Police - at
every Jump.
Robinson struck into the snow with
velocity that nearly uniolnted his
neck, bat he was on his feet in an in
slant, actively warding Off the blows of
an imaginary assailant, and crying at the
| top Of his voice:
keep him off n ne. Help! help, for
the sake of my family, help me-
M. Merrils, who had been attracted
to the door by the noise. came out and
took him by the arm and told him the
stranger had fled.
.'Gone % quickly calculated Mr..
Robinson, looking hurridly around.
'sGad, it is well he has. [ was coming
for him, Merrils; coming for him hot,
and guess he saw it. -