The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1878-04-11

ana that Is coon, when they coo. L Like
the doves, but I don't like their coon.
Every boy writes their names up there.
Sometimes they cuts their names, but
Mr.. WIseman says you mustn't any
more. Mr. Wiseman is the Principle,
and he has got whiskers, and every boy
has to mind him.
He points and he says, $50 to your
rooms;" and we go. Sorne boy sent him
a paper, and it made him hoppin' mad.
1t was about clock. It said:
Half way up the stairs he stands,
And points and beckons with his hands.
Jimmy has room, and he sweeps it
sometimes. I sleep with Jimmy. There
int any woman to make up the bed
clothes. We fix 'em. 1t isn't very hard.
You must pull them up and tuck them
down. There is a gong, and that makes
you get up and eat breakfast. The
breakfast is good. 1t is round thing,
and girl pounds it. You put five tea
spoons of sugar in your teacup. A girl
sits on the other side. There is lots of
tables, and they make noise. By-and-
by one gets through and walks out.
There is lock on the door. and that
makes you hurry up or you can't have
any breakfast. You can't get in. The
10 cents is most gone. I hope you will
write me again pretty soon. Your son,
DICKERsoN 81.
DEC. 2, 1877.
DEAR MOTHER 1t is not very big
town. There is one store where you
treat. 1t is Jerry's. You walk right in.
Jerry has molasses- candy, and popcorn,
and peanuts, and string, and oranges,
and canes, and brooms, and raisins, and
ginger-snaps, and apples, and fish
hooks and pise. Jim bought pie once.
1t was wet, and you had to bite hard to
bite it. He got it for the lock-jaw. A
lock-jaw is supper, but Mr.. W1seman
don't catch us. 1t is at night. We had
a chicken, but I promised 1 would not
tell where it came from. I will die be-
fore I will tell. All the boys will die
before they will tell. 1t was the big
boys, and they put blanket up to the
window and made fire and roasted it.
We had some salt and jack-knite. John
Simms roasted it. He's big boy. He
knows how. He always roasts
things. You just stick a sharp stick
through it and roast it. 1t is good, but
it makes your stummuck feel funny IN
the morning. There is mother store,
where the girls get things, and there is
place to get your shoes mended. and
depot, and place for horse-shoes, and
a church.
Iwant another box. Sogood-by. D.
P. S.-Mr. Wiseman said you'll feel
bad about these three dement's in my
report. but you needn't. Jim has got
about ten dement's. All the boys gets
dement's. One was old bottle L threw
in the hall, cause I didn't want it on
the table, and one was some water l
threw out the window, and a boy was
walking under. I had just washed me,
and he got wet, and one was a noise.
You make it with a tin tomato-can and
a string. I'll fix one for you when l
get home. The bottom has come out of
my bank And my trousers, the gray
ones. How is the baby? HARDIN.
P. S.-Al the boys say Hardin
Lucy j. Rider, st. Nicholas for april.
An Exciting Bear-Hunt.
The rare spectacle of bear-hunt in
the streets of Philadelphia was recently
witnessed with no little trepidation an
excitement by several thousand people,
Henry Rudhardt, a tavern-keeper, pur-
chased half-grown black bear and
domiciled it i'll his back yard, intending
it as an attraction to the saloon. Rud-
hardt imagined that he was an amateur
animal-tamer, but developments proved
the contrary. Bruin Jared royalty, and
became so savage that the neighbors
were alarmed lest he should escape and
harm some person. Rudhardt assured
them that there was no danger-he had
him tanned. The neighbors were paci-
fed, and everything was quiet until one
evening when Bruin slipped his collar,
climbed the fence, and took position on
a shed in the next yard. Instantly the
nelgbborhood was IN an uprOar. Mothers
grasped their little ones, rushed into
their houses, and doublebolted and
locked doors and windows. Street
gamins scampered home, and even grown
men accelerated their speed in a direc-
ton opposite to where the fear was.
Meanwhile BrUin was contentedly hold
ing tae fort, having stretched himself
out for nap. The police were called
out amid great uproar, and, urged by
the shouts of the gathering crowd, adj
vanced upon the enemy. A Sergeant
fired seven shots without effect. Bruir
slept on placidly, as if unaware of the
attempt at his life. The nervousness Of
the Sergeant had spoiled his aim, al
| buOuSu uc WAS WlULln I'VE ICtG OF The
bear. You can't shoot ! Let me try
said Officer Dean. His revolver, a
seven-shooter, was emptied. the two last
shots taking effect. Bruin got up
growled, and shook his shaggy coat
while Dean clambered upon the fence
ready to drop in the alley and run. The
wounds only angered the bear, who
began promenade On the roof of the
shed. One officer after another then adj
vanced in rapid succession and emptie6
their revolvers, and others would have
fired had not the bear growled and made
them run. The police were advised te
! get mortar or cannon and send fol
the Sixth Regiment, the heroes of the
Pittsburgh round-house. A volunteer
then let off his double barreled shotgun
and the firing from all points of the
compass became general. just as the
brute yielded up his life, another squad
| of twenty-five policemen came ON the
scene at a double-quick The carcass
was then cut up and borne away, the
officer in charge of the municipal forces
re1narking, "I wasn't afraid, but II
sooner tackle men any time then foo
with one of them critters
Frightful Mortality.
The Russian Government has est
mated its loss of soldiery at over so, 900
but there has been, probably, quite al