Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1878-06-13
Cassville Items.

Frank Rockefeller is doing good bushes
In horseshoeing and general blacksmith work
he doesn't complain of "hard times says he
has all the work he can possibly attend Il
i with two fires You win always find him a,
his shop ready to do you good job good ma,
turedly.
Fred Binkert is good-natured and jovial
while he dispenses to his customers great
variety of articles. Go to him, ye hungry, and
he win do you good, with one, two or dozen
sacks of fine -four. If Fred should happen,
when you call, to be in his diggin's (Which
show fattering prospects of heavy raise OF
the wealth creating ore,) His Frau viii wait
on you in very courteous manner.
Buyers are shipping hundreds of horses to
the North. The Josie passed up the other day
with fifty or sixty on board, bound for the Red
River Colony. She was followed the next day
by the Red Wing with sixty or seventy head
of horses and mules Toe animals we're not
first class stock, though there were some fine
ones among them. Why don't breeders i'm
price of horse flesh
The recent freshet did some damage to
Cassvlle property, created great excitement
and gave birth to general quarrel among the
people. The water course through the North
ern part Of town overhowed its banks and
''raised hob" with the gardens 1t also bids
faip IN LII g. r..
tory and make cisterns of many cellars The
people OF this vicinity concluded to dam the
water and turn IL into the street further East.
TO this the lower portion of the town object
and thereby hangs tale.'
One of Cassvilles heaviest merchants says
"the town is dead, dead, dead, which is one
more dead than the scriptures speak Of" He
does not advertise, for no other reason than
Every one knows where am and wha.
have to sell" Cassvi'le "is not dead but
eleepeth," and only lacks liberal advertising
to rank among the liveliest business towns in
the county. Some of her business men have
cried hard times until it has become chron-
ic and then sit from morn till night lamenting
while their active neighbors monopolize the
trade
j. III. G. Sneclode has one of the finest
gardens in the County. The frost paid him
visit with It's usual severity, but he HE'D him.
self to his garden with goodly supply of cold
water, ere old SOL with his smiling counter
ance looked after Jacks's trail, and preserved
all of his garden sass but few grapes. For
his pains he now feasts upon green peas with
of new potatoes etc, ere the
Fourth. early birds catch the worms"
-Klindt, Geig0r s. Co. have been paying
from to cts. more per bushel for oats than
any other firm on the river Their huge store
is chuck tull of bran new goods, which they
are selling marvelously low. They never cry
hard tines and having for their motto,
Quick sales and small profits they go about
early and late tying up large bundles of goods
and growing fat, while their neighbors who are
trying to live on the unnutritious fodder hard
times are getting very lean and awful crusty.
The strategy resorted to by the partridge
in protecting its young is unique, often conf
teal and will many times excite the warmest
Not long since a pedestrian in
truded upon an old bird in the care of her
brood. She at first endeavored to lead him
from her young by inducing pursuit. She
futtered close to his feet, then hobbled off as
though very lame with one wing hanging as if
broken, trying with might and main to fly, or
to. Failing in this she became an
CRY, and tried to drive the intruder away, by
flying toward him, uttering loud notes of an
ger, and showing strong inclination to strike
him in the face. He, however, retained his
position near her brood and observed with in
terest her varied man9uvers, as the several
passions swayed her breast. Finding force to
be of no avail she uttered low, wailing notes
as if entreating him to follow her, and leave
her loved ones. After observing her various
as actuated by anger, love, fear
and sorrow the intruder slowly followed the
anxious mother who led the way direction
directly opposite her brood, now limping, then
trying to fly with one wing and futtering up
on the ground as if MORALLY wounded, all the
time uttering cries of distress. At last know
ing that her brood was safely hidden she rose
with an exultant note and disappeared in the
forest.