Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1876-03-23

he always happens to get on just where
we do, and ride just as far, and when
we return, there is Remington. Well,
we like to ride with III. W." if we
don't like his politics. He is genial,
full of talk and can tell what he thinks
of the Republican party with as much
ease and fuency as any man we ever
met. The trouble is he don't think
much of our side of the house. He
thinks it is too corrupt. We never
could definitely determine before what
it was that kept Bro. III. W." from
coming into the fold. We are about
half inclined to the belief that ''H !.
W." is Republican, and that he is
on our track as detective to see that
we do our duty like little man ; at
any rate Remington i, always on hand
like lady's glove when we go any
where, and just like as not he'll be
t'around' when We go to heaven. We
hope SO.
At Tomah we met old acquaintance
and friends who made our snow bound
stay exceedingly pleasant. We found
DR.. Vincent with whom "we were
boys together" in old Herkimer Co.,
n. 7. The DR.. is doing an excellent
business in his profession, having an
extensive ride, and we hope is getting
rich.
In the evening (Friday) with bright
anticipations of home-journeying be-
fore US, came the woful intelligence
that telegram had been received from
Mr.. Wyatt, ordering two engines and
caboose to proceed to Wausau with
shovelers but to take no passengers.
Now we were in a dilemma! No
chance for seeing home before Monday.
Uncle Dodge looked smiling because
he knew he could make it so comfort
able for us. Let's see. Uncle Dodge
had house full. There were Bros.
Remington and Coleman, we, ourself,
Mr. Philleo, Mr.. and Mrs. Joy, Mrs.
Quimby, (Judge Woodwork S daugh
ter) two gentlemen from Milwaukee
and two more from Chicago, a good
dozen. No wonder Uncle Dodge
smole pleasant smile. Bro. Coleman
looked little downcast, Bro. Reming-
ton looked very stern, as much as TO
say: "You may bet Necedah saw
log against Remington forty of cram
berry marsh that this individual goeth
home by the way of that caboose. in
the morning." We concluded that
for us land our house" we'd improve
delay by going to Mansion and Lisbon
and loaf around the breweries and CT
gar factories, which we proceeded to
do, departing on the IL p. m. train,
but before we stepped upon the train
we thought we discerned Bro Coleman
looking about for shovel. You see
he was arranging the preliminaries for
trip home on the morrow. He told
us he could shovel his way home and
was bound to do il, if he had to tuck
his boots, SLOUGH his hat, and exchange
his fifty dollar meerschaum for "short
clay" Bro. Remmst went up of
course. He goeth when and where he
listeth. He didn't shovel himself
through either You see the ''boys"
like to have all the shovels aboard the
caboose after they get by station.
We reached Mansion at 1918 p.
m. o. how dark it was, with little
glimmer of light in the depot, and a
good fire blazing in a cracked stove
beside which long strapping fellow
was reclining upon jack knife-devour-
ed bench, snoring like the seven sleep
ers. We had never before set foot in
Mauston, consequently we were like a
cat in a strange garnet. We started,
whittier we dld not know. We thought
we were on the sidewalk, but when we
went down about seven feet and the
snow closed over US, we knew we were
not on the walk. We scrambled out,
only to so down in the darkness, off
the other side We felt around for
somebody or something that we could
stick for special tax stamp, but there
was snow one we could victimize, SO
we crawled out the second time and
hoofed it back to the depot for new
start. We walked in wrapped in a