Connecticut western news., 1877-01-05

Demorest's Monthly. 400. 500.
 Scribners Monthly, 6N. 600. | St. Nicholas, 440 500. M
 The Game Law.-In reply to the com munication from ENQUIRER" would say that it is against the state law to snare partridge or any other birds; and after Jan uary lst, it is against the law to take them in any manner. If ''Inquirer" or any one else will place evidence sufficient to convict at the disposal of our counsel, D. T. War der and Hubert Williams, the Salisbury Bird and Fish Protective company will pay them $5 for the information.
 The statutes of Connecticut provide that persons taking game birds by means of snares, or any person who shall have in his possession birds taken in any manner, or expose for lsale during .the closed season (so called) beginning January l, 1877, shall be liable to a fine of twenty-five dollars for each offense. c. s. KELSEY.
 President.
 Dead in the Street.-On the night of Dec. 20, the Hon. Wm. O. Fletcher of Westfeld fell dead in the street in New Haven while on his way to the steamboat wharf, to take the boat for New York. MT. F. had over $5. GOO on his person at the time, but fortunately fell among honest people, and was properly cared for. MT. Fletcher was one of Westfeld's most suc- cessful and prominent business men, and was one of the most honorable. high mind ed and useful citizens in the community, and his loss will be deeply felt by. the whole people of the town. We served business apprenticeship in the large whole sale and retail store of Fletcher & Norton, in West6eld, and we counted ourself fortu- nate in securing an opportunity 's to serve in store where business was conducted so skillfully. and where business integrity, punctuality, upright and honorable dealings were made to occupya prominent position in the management of their exten- sive mercantile transactions.
 The Severe w1nter.-The storm of last Friday night and Saturday forenoon was unusually severe. Snow fell to con- siderable depth and the wind drifted it into heaps, rendering the roads almost i'm passible in many places, and very much disturbing the regularity of the trains on some of the railroads. The northern end of the Housatonic road was badly drifted, and no travel whatever reached as far eOuth oo th;e otat;on f;ll ohoY,t civ o,olool> in the evening. Last Monday night about six inches in depth more of snow fell, and the breezes of the following morning piled 80 much of it up on the railroads that the trains on both roads were again delay ed. Pshaw what's the use any way 1! such winters as this are too severe for any thing. Let's all shut up shop and go south we might as well die of business bankruptcy as to stay here and freeze to death. We have been afflicted with a''hor- rid cold" for 0 few days past, and would have been sick abed long ago if we had had time to tend to it.
 Another Forgeman Heard From l received copy of THE NEWS short time since from one of my relatives now living in "the goodly land of Canaan" It contained much interesting reading matter to me, especially the "Reminiscences of Canaan" by the Rev H. s. Ball. I think it was in the year 1947 that I took upon myself the cares and responsibilities of ''gate boy' in the old forge, at that time operated by Huntington & Day. From that time till 1852 was associated more or less with the, now, Rev. H. s. B. After reading his article, seemed to live over again those five years-little incidents rush ing into my mind not thought of for years. One of which, as it was good joke on ''Hl." will tell you, MT. Editor, in conf dence. Of course you will not mention it. [Oh no! We never mention anything ED. NEws.] About the year 1s49, MT. Day had in his employ colored boy 12 or 14 years of age, who used often to spend the night in the forge, occupying a coal basket for bed. On this particular night the hammersman would, after the little dark. had got to sleep, approach him, and in tones loud anoush to wake the dead almost, shout in his ear to 'wake up." I | recollect he kept up the amusement till 1 near morning, and as we were getting ready to leave, having done our days work, the hammersman found the little fellow asleep again, and this time shouted, "Whose little nigger be you?" Instantly the little dark. was on his feet, and with eyes like a couple of pealed onlons in dish of tar, answered "GodIl Mlghty's nigger; whose | nigger be you?" which, of course, turned the laugh on the hammersman.
 MT. Ball mentions number of old ac- quaintances, all familiar names, and their memory is affectionately cherished, and will be to the end of life. remember, though he failed to mention, the Holt brothers, Isaac and Jay, who owned the farm now owned by Henry Holt, son of Jay. Isaac Holt used to let his hogs run out in the fields through the summer, and up to the time of butchering in the fall. As he kept the breed which were built with special reference to speed. it was no small job to | OalSn IuCul WueA tue llLIle Cdtne TOT DuLCl' ering, and the only way to get near enough to them to ''stick' them, was to call 10 theil aid the hounds kept in the nelghborhood for hunting foxes to run them down. About the year 1850, Isaac Holt sold his interest in the farm to his brother Jay, and moved
 1 think, over into New York state. have
 q vivid recollection of the many discussion.
 in which the 'Rev." and the ''Hon." were engaged at different times while on duty
 and between ''heats." The subject mos
 under discussion in those days were tho
 tariff question, the Ho9. E. D. L. being a
 whig, and the Rev. H. $. B. democrat