The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1875-03-25
From The Warren Nail.
The Beatty We'll.

Mr. Beatty tubed his oil we'll and
commenced pumping last Friday. For
a short time it pumped largely. Then
it would stop a while and 90 by fits aud
starts. In the night the pump clogged
considerably, being too near the bottom,
and threw out mud with the oil Natu-
rally many people were gong over to
see it and all sorts of stories we're in cir
culation. So on Saturday morning we
went over to get the facts
The snow had fallen nearly foot
during the night The sleighing might
have been bettor and might have been
worse. Recorder Marsh, as Warren
people know, owns the slikest span of
little Mustang ponies this side of the
Rocky Mour tains, and be couldn't re-
sist the temptation to trot them out.
Lawyer Stone was in the sleigh, and
Postmaster Dennison was taking an
early breakfast at "Delmonico's" as we
wended our Thoughtful way to the sane
tum, wondering what in cain we should
iud to keep two compositors going.
We were in luck. They had one vacant
seat They wanted good company and
asked us in. We went in. The little
Mustangs know every wink Of their
master Marsh winked and they made
the snow fly like a locomotive. You
should have seen.the crowd on the road
and at the well. There was Ote Ran
dali, and George Allen, and Milt. Hull,
and Sam. Cogswell, and Andrew Hert-
eel, and Fletcher Parker, and Tim
Barnes, and Bill Myers, and Joe Ben
son, and--and-dH the boys-we can't
tell how many. Some were afoot. some
had plugs better or worse, but none had
such natty little team rs Marsh drives.
No body but an oil prince in present or
prospective can keep such team.
While that ride lasted we felt rich and
jolly as an Gil man. But such dream
have a tumble for all poor printers, and
we allow any man TO approach US as
usual-if he has 81 for the Nail in ad-
vance.
On Mr.. Beatty's gate was a p!acard
saying "no admittance to the oil we'll" "
but what good does that do when men
can't or wont read. Capt. Dennison
said he was specially invited by Mr.
Beatty with his friends. We were his
friends you know--the little Mustangs
and all--and 10 we went. The pumr
was working slowly. Mr. o. W. Beatty
was present, answering questions and
standing the boring of tho crowd as
good uaturedly as a philosopher. We
concluded ho understands his business
They have a big new tank 1t con
taiued fifteen Or twenty barrels Gil. The
gas was coming out of the pipe pretty
strong, The oil would squirt a Iul
stleam for a minute OR two, filing /
pail as quick as milk man can whet
he fords a creek. Then it would g
slower ard stop altogether for a short
time, and then 50 again. The drillel
said they went by spurts that way some
times for several days before they set
tie down to steady business. II,
caught pail full and Mr.. Beatty teste(
it. lie said it stood at 10 gravity. Th'
oil is what they call amber oil. ",
don't know whether it is "spot" oil, 0
"long" oil, or "short" oil, but we d
know il "snn.tnd" n,Ir over coat. Ih
Iltusvllle lie; aW qoutes their oil a
"crude quiet" We guess this
"cruoe," but it isn't "quiet" by lon
shot. 1t squrted all over the derricl
and engine house and blacksmith sho,
and bull wheel, and sputters and blow
like pOrpoiso in a mill pond. Hoy
much "she will do," rs oil men say W
Of course cant tell. They were no
pumping on Sunday and it will rcquir
further time to show the extent and Pre-
ductiveness Of the new oil territory.