Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1879-03-19
THE WRONG PASSENGER.

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quisilyc man down In Maine. stuff
cd him,
"Nluch of q place, your town =
hc asked,
"Oh, yes" said, with matter Of
course carclesSncss OF u citizen OF the
great Western metropolis, "bout forty.
thousand, | guess"
The man eyed me with keen, awak-
eniug interest,
$50 big rs that 7" he said
] nodded, and he pleasantly said;
"Well, | had 10 idea there was
such large city in Iowa. State
must bGprclly well settled | reckon ?"
sad "icsit was. Some por-
tons was pretty wild, though
"Any large game in that State 7"
"IIerds Of It," | said. ~ killed
deer lat winter not tive miles from
Burlington Courthouse
pacifed my conscience for this lie
by explaining TO that rebellious and
voclfcrous wonster that there was no
Burlington courthouse that It was
burned down seven years ago, and
the county was waiting until it could
buy n secondhand courthouse for
Sl,7j beiole replacing it. Therefore
| could Faithfully say that I killed oil
the deer that came within two miles
Of our conrl.horse.
81 want to know !" the native ex-
claimed.
"Do you though 7" thought ],
then III tell YOU" and so went on,
"Why, the wolves only two years ago
made raid into Burlington and kill
ed all the chickens on South Hill"
Conscience raised n terrible protest at
this, but ! hushed it up too quick, by
citing the wel-known case OF Meigs
Schenck's wolf that got loose, and in
one single summer night ate every.
thing that wore feathers. The native
looked astonished and doubly interest.
ed.
Land yes,'I told him, yawning
YEARLY, as one who talks Of old, stale
things. Sitting Bull was educated
at the Baptist Collegiate Institute, in
Burlington, and was expelled for trying
to scalp Professor Workman with a
horseshoe magnet"
"You don't tell me p exclaimed
the native, in wild amazement.
BY this time I was perfectly reck.
less, aud told conscience TO keep his
mouth shut and give me a chance.
"Oh, yes" said, yellow VOLTS
old medicine lodge is still standing,
out ON West Hill. The Indians come
into the city very frequnetly, tearing
through the street on their wlry little
ponies"
Ever had any trouble with them ?"
the man asked.
"Oh, TO- said certainly "the
citizens seldom do. The COW boys,
who come up from Texas with cattle,
hate them, and occasionally drop one
of them in the street, just for revolver
practice. But nobody else interferes
in their fights
II suppose" the man said, "you all
carry reviewers strapped around you
out there 2
sob, yes" l replied, "ot course we
have to; man never knows when
he is going to have trouble with..some-
body, and in case of any little mis-.
understanding, it wouldn't do for a
fellow to be heeled."
think the man shuddered little.
Then, fearing he might ask to look
at my revolver, 1 cautiously remarked,
that I never carried my bankers when
came East.
He said "no" he supposed not
Then be looked out Of the window
long time and said nothing. Finally
l asked him in what part Of Maine be
made his home. He looked at me in
surprise.
"Me = he said. lord, l don't
live in this rock-patch. I'm only on
here visiting some relatives"
In a feeble voice I asked him where
he did live then. .
The man yawped again aud looked
llistlssly out Ottbe window.