The Wichita city eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1872-1883, 1877-02-01
Items from Dog Creek.

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DEAR EAGLE Since have writ
ten anything for you in regard to our
locality there has been such great
changes that an attempt to note them
all would make my litter too long.
1t seems that we are yet to have
quite settlement of Colorado people
on Dog creek. A friend Of Colorado
Tucker has bought the farm of Ii.
Herren, DIR. Tucker, of Ell Paso, max
ing the purchase for him. also Mr..
Thomas Serrit, a miner from the
same locality, has bought farm and
is erecting fine residence and barn
just across the creek from the writer
of this interesting letter, which is me.
Tom says he has visited all the coun-
tries of Europe and lived two years in
Australia, but Dog creek excells them
all. Thomas is ''bachelor forlorn,"
but he wants "thc girls Of Attica'' to
understand that he means business
just as soon as that house is finished,
and they can come ahead with their
"squint sideways" at him.
Quite circumstance happened only
few miles east of here last fall, and
it never came to my notice until few
days ago. | will tell it as it. was told
to me. only as Charles Reade says, 81
will set the Jewels" | hardly know
where the jewel comes in. Perhaps,
Mr.. Editor, you can see by the time |
get through. In that part Of the NOR
al vineyard above referred to there
was bachelor, who, becoming tired
of living alone, concluded to get
wife. He had not read the command
ments very carefully, so he just bor-
rowed his neighbours wife. That lit
tie circumstance created great talk
in the neighborhood. The idea of
woman leaving her own husband and
children, and perching herself upon
another roost only three-quarters of a
mile distant was regarded by the men
as not quite according to Hoyle,"
and the married women said it was
perfectly ridiculous, and if that wasn't
stopped they would leave the country.
Now that is part first, here is part Sec
ond The full moon was nearly at
her meridian hight. The stars were
twinkling, as is their won't when old
winter first blows his breath upon the
earth, as gallant band rode silently
over the prairie. They sought not
the public highway, but over the
brown carpet OF prairie grass they
bore down straight upon their desti-
nation. There were masked troopers
on mules and painted troopers on
horses. There were gentlemen of
very unlike attire. The only weapon
visible was a cottonwood rail. They
hitched their chargers in ravine and
in single file marched up to a farm
house. Ii was not all old mansion,
surrounded by deep verandas. II was
one story, one room, one door and one
window front. AT one side of the
house were yoke of oxen, hitched to
a hay stack. On the other was
wagon; and in it a barrel of water.
An OK yoke leaned against the front
wheel An old cat ran up the corner
of the honse and disappeared through
hold in the root, and a half-grown
pup ran yelping under the floor. An
old rooster crowed in an old store-box
behind the house as our brave crew
arrived in front. They did not knock, las
they had "gently knocked BEFORE" but
one of them bumped the end OF the
cottonwood rail against the door and
burst it wide open. Then two of the
bummers went in and brought forth
the two aforesaid parties Of the first
part. One OF them was arrayed in a
paper collar, from which hung short,
loose-fitting white garment. The 9TH
er was attired in robe of the same
unbleached material which hung in
graceful folds nearly to her bare feet.
am not positive, but think it wasn't
a "pin-back." And thus to her one
of the gentle bulldozers did exhort:
Now madam, if you would cave your
life you will git home to your family
in just two minutes and sixteen Sec
onds. Git y She gifted She flew
Her bare feet did not come down in
the road with soft pat, pat, pat, nor
that white garment wave like flag of
truce that ''o'er the ramparts we hail."
moved by gentle midnight breeze
Tongue nor pen can describe the
swiftness of that run, nor the futter
of that garment. Sam Hill! Have
you ever heard the pit-a-pat of four
thoroughbred racers coming down the
home stretch on Dexter Park, and
have you ever seen the hurricane
whip the starch out of your country's
banner?
The other party went of down the
road in charge of a committee of four
ga riding on the rail-" My informant
says the last he heard of him was an
incoherent utterance that sounded
like "Stop-at--must-be-at-lod-
and-ools!"
FARMER DoOLITTLE.
For the EAGLE.