Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1881-08-06

our reporter as he noiselessly left tn
office the other afternoon in search o
stray bit Of news or information
that would entertain the readers o
the JOURNAL.
Say, mister, put it in the paper
thai We kin lick any base ball nine IL
the county under IL years old T.
was the remark of little l5-year old
runt who had the ball fever pretty
bad. Our smile was bland if not
childlike, and, as we remembered the
V we had placed on a recent match,
and how our club was beaten, and to
see that "fver" gradually disappear
into the capacious pocket of the other
clubs friend, we came to the conclu.
sion that base-balllng was a snare to
trap the unwary; but as the hoy
asked us to "let EN- know we're alive,
we have done so and the nine that
has II years to back it can trot itself
forward for a defeat.
"Now for an item What in the
world is Myer Bear doing? Is that
John McCulloh in there with his coat
Off" We make inquiries and find
that Myer is taking stock to cell out
at cost. John is assisting him. "Mose,
go get quart CT beer'-and the boy
sped past us with pitcher to procure
the foAming beverage for the two
thirsty pilgrim-stock takers. "What
do you propose doing, Myer ?''-we
ask the response comes: IL am
going to Peoria, ILL.,, in the fall to
engage in the clothing business. Mr..
McCulloh al:o goes to take a clerical
position on arai!road." We are salts
fed and hasten away in search of
another item.
Come, Mr.. JOURNAL, and 90 out
to my house with me. | will show
you something worth seeing )" :
is the CHEEKY invitation of our
whole-souled friend Barnard, Of
Washington mine. We accept
and start off on a two-mlle walk
"down dell and over hill to our des-
tination. Arriving at last we take a
peep into the cosy parlor and try to
discover what we camo there for.
All here it is--a string of rattles
from a snake killed near Oakland by
the neice Ct Mr.. Barnard some few
years ago. Let's count them. Great
Caesar, but wasn't that rattlesnake
whopper-just to think of it-thirty-
three ratttes with six and button
gone-.otal, thirty.nine rattles and a
button. The girl that could tackle
such snake and come out victorious
had some grit about her. But Mr..
Barnard has other curiosities. In
cabinet on the side of the room are
bugs, butterflies and insects Of all
kinds; arches by pine cones, shells
and flowers; specimens CT the mineral
kingdom from different parts Of the
United States pine cone OF man.
moth proportions from one Of the trees
of California, and other things of in
terest to the curiosity hunter. But
we cannot tarry here any longer 60
we take up our homeward march
back to the town of Froatburg.
By accident we stumble acroes the
Sand Springs school teacher, Thomas
G. Mason, Esq, who, with book in
one hand and net in the other is
busy catching butterflies and locusts
for his collection. We tell him we
are out for ramble in search Of news.
He can put us in the way of about a
dozen lines. Hastily slowing his
book away and folding his net into a
minute parcel he walks along by our
side entertaining us with incidents of
his boyhcod days, anon speaking in
reverential terms of his father, Mr.
Joseph Mason, the oldest teacher in
the county, who has had the satisfac-
ton of pounding more participates, in
terjectiona and verbs into our now
comparatively Old men than any other
tutor in this section. At young Mr..
Mason's house we were shown some
antique works OF literature composing
Geek dictionary Ct the year 1884, a
Hebrew work of the fifteenth century,
and several we'll preserved books of
the sixteenth century; also rare
collect ion Of reptiles in alcohol, in.
sects, fossils, minerals, &c. After a
thor ough examination we babe our
friend good bye and hied to the office
to write up what we saw.
CoNvALEsCENT,-B. F. Pagan, Esq,