Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1883-02-05
LETTER FROM NEW YORK.

LETTER FROM NEW YORK.
SpecalCorrespo ndenee ofthe Monitor.1
Neao York, January 20.
Some great and gifted jackasses of
an alleged sporting turn of mind are
deeply interested in the question as
to whether certain expert can or
cannot get away with a brace of
quails per day for thirty days in sue
cession. With solemn foolery an in
fuential daily paper devotes third
of column every morning to the
record of the supposed feat, and the
betting is getting grand in its dimen-
sions while the performer goes
through all the necessary motions of
a bogus invalid, nauseated by the
monotony of his diet, has q valet to
lean upon as he feebly totters along
in the last stages of his battle, wor-
ries down his morsels with pepsin,
gin, cider and other queer mixtures
aud altogether makes ''holy show"
of himself. Your RADIX isn't in the
hippodroming business but has eaten
quail every day for three months and
is perfectly willing to do it again if
somebody else will foot the bills.
The toothsome little birds are more
expensive here than in India or Cen
trail America.
Other sporting characters are agog
about the well-heralded arrival of
Jem Mace and multitude of import
ed and indigenous plug uglies who
are occupying considerable space in
the papers just now. The great and
good Joe Coburn is back from State
Prison, where he sojourned for a
time to expiate the killing of police
man, land bids fair to become wealthy.
His friends have rallied around him,
and he will, it is said, start a toney
gin-mill, like the other murderer who
killed Jim Fisk.
Still other sports have gone to
Canada to see the Montreal ice pal
ace and indulge in tobogganing,
snowshoeing and the bonspiel gener-
ally, and then outfank Uncle Sam
by laying in stock of cheap cloth
ing. Our tailors are waging dire wal
on each other with no little literary
and artistic skill in elaborate adver-
Using, but the tariff gives the Ca
nucks aud smugglers a great pull
over them in moderation of prices.
A cross-legged and crooked hearted
capitalist of the writer's acquaint-
| ance. after an unsuccessful bit OF
nickel plated Jay Gouldism, invest
ing in bogus mines or something OF
the sort, invariably HES himself tc
| Canada for consolation fol a day Of
| two and comes back in new raimen
most cheerful at lodging the customs
The custom seems likely to spread
and we may expect our Northern
neighbors will be overrun with va
cation tourists who will save thei
expenses by replenishing their ward
robes where clothes are cheap,
| The farmers of scientific turn o
mind have been holding a convention
| here to have a good time in genera
and discuss the glories of ensilage il
particular. This system of STORM,
green fodder under heavy pressur
has met with great favor, and seem
to be a pronounced success; but
is by no means the novelty peopl
are apt to consider it. In 1864,
violent tempest wrecked the standin
crops all over Australia. The rui
was apparently complete, but som
smart but unknown genius took a nc
ton to save something from the gen
!, eral ruin and baled lot of the gree
oats and wheat subjecting it to by
draulic pressure, just like SO niue
cotton and then exported it to India
The writer's father, colonel in th
, British army, bought the first bal
ever sold, and it was good hors
feed. The government tried it after
; ward and ever since this ssoat-hay
, has been staple article of expol
to India from Australia. 1t is ider
teal with ensilage fodder and ha
the advantage that it can be presse
anywhere and stored in any barr