The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1875-03-13
SOMETHING LIKE a CAT.

Talking about cats, said Uncle Tim.
n regular Yankee, ''pats me III mind OF a
eat | once owned. Let ME tell you abvnt
her. She was a Msltee, and what that
eat didn't know wasn't worth KNOWN.
Here's one thing she did In the Spring
of AS / moved into a little cd house on
the Crooked River. We put our provis-
ions down in the cellar, and the first
night We made our beds on the floor.
But we didn't sleep. No soone had it
come dark than We heard u tenriii' and a
squeakin' in the cellar that was awful. l
Inc the candle and went down. Jerusa-
lem Talk about rats l never saw
snch a sight III my born days. Every
inch of the cellar bottom was covered
with them. They ran mp onto me, and
all over me. / Jumped back Tito the
room aud called the cat. She came down
and looked. / guess she sat there about
ten minutes, looking at them rats, and |
was waitin' to see what she wonid do.
By and by she shook her head, and turn
ed, aud went mp stairs. She didn't care
to tackle EN-. That night. | tell You,
there wasn't much sleep. In the mornin'
/ could not fud her. She'd gone. /
guess the rats had frightened her and.
" lcft- Vic fblsttu tIGtLf L III I OtNt
Much. Night came again. and the old
eat hadn't come. Says Betsy Ann Chat )
my wife, to me, Tim, if that old cat
don't come back we'll have to leave this
place; the rats'll eat MS mp. SAYS |,
Just let the Ck1 eas be- J ,lis1't IL liey.
she'd left us for ssx~t and all. Dust us
Betsy Ann was putin the chaifsrsfi To
bed we heard a scrutchiu tsftl VA saiis' at
the outside door. | went and Jprned il.
and there stood onr Malice Oh the door
step, and behind her a wk.sEe arisy Of
eats, all ptra.led as regnlH ~ sfiy sol
oilers. / let our old CIT iii, ;stses The others
followed her. She Went right Scr the Gel
lar door aud scratched tlele. I Jegan 10
understand. Old Maltee had been ont
fur help. ! opened the Why ts the cell
lar she marched down. and fEe other
cats tramped after her in regular order.
and us they went past / counted tifty-six
Of 'em Oh, my If there wasn't II row
and d rumpns in that ere cellar that
night, then I'm mistaken The next
morning the old cat Game ZIP and caught
hold OF my trousers leg, and pulled me
toward the door. | went down to see the
sight. Talk about your Bunker Hill and
Boston massacres Mercy I never saw
such u sight before nor since. Betsy Ann
and me, with nay boy Ssasnay. were all
dry as hard sse Work as re essfFA b., clear
ing the dead rats out of that ere cellar.
It's u fact. every word of It,"
DIR .'fIs-r 7-7s -. r----
"H1! Samuel. has you moved yit %
inquired one cofpred man of another.
whom he met ut mrfk%t yesterday. NO.
s.-rx.l -. - III -. > xr.... +l,n -
s~er. .Bnt + war told dit you wa
gwine to get out oh de .neighborhood,"
continued the first. "Wall, | did make
up my mild to, but you see de family
next door, and de family on de corner.
and de family cross Gle street, have left
dere wood piles ont doors, SnA ! Aoesn't
desire to change
ANNA DICKINSON is soon to make her
debut lis Joan of Arc. She will appear
mounted or n snow-white palfrey, but,
it is said. is much embarrassed by the
conflict of historical authorities as to
whether Joan used IL side-saddle, or fol-
hssed the. rule laid down in the United
States cavalry tactics.
FANNY ELsLEI, the danseuse, is re-
ported to have become very devout.
Thanks to the exercise which she euiuyed
in her palmy days-to the hilarity Of her
limbs. so rs to speak she can bend the
supple hinges OF her knees at prayer, and
q scarcely feel it.
He lives IN .Rhinebeck now los years
of age. threads a needle at arms length,
slept with Noah when a boy, played mar
bles with Pharaoh. turned the grindstone
for G. W. to sharpen his little cherry
cutter.
An English physician, during a lecture
70 a female audience on the use of alco-
holic beverages. asserted that the "ba-
bies Of london are never sober from
their birth until they IRE weantd."
"DoN'r you know TINT it is four de-
grees below zero p asked a Milwaukee
girl as she was cutter riding with her
bver. He took the hint and put his arm
around her.
WHAT an exquisitely delicate pfecept
Is that of the Hindoo law, which says,
= Strike not. even with Il blossom, a wife,
tfonghshe be guilty Of a hundred faults
OF u lawyer and u doctor walking arm
IN arm, one said Those two are Just
equal to a highwayman--your money or
your life.
THE sentinel who did not sleep on his
ws4cL- had-lsff-H ut the puwnbrokers.