The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1883-05-31
The German Bed.

stoop.shouldered. It's about as broad
as knife-blade, as harL as a billiard
table and six inches too short. Icouldn't
straighten out to save my life. had to
lie all twisted up like knot, like a rat
tlesnake ready to strike. But I could
have made out even with that, if it had
not been for that feather concern which
they palmed off on me for a coverlet.
That was too short; I tried to cover my
shoulders, but my feet got so cold that
the nails nearly dropped off. and when
[ tried to save my tOe-nails, my shout
ders were covered with goose-pimples
as big as hazel nuts. When I'd got one
side Of the thing tucked in nice around
me, all the feathers would 70 sliding over
to the other side, leaving nothing but a
double thickness of cloth land mighty
cold cloth, TOO, I tell you) to keep me
warm on that side. And as the feathers
would all congregate on the other side,
| that side would rise up SO that there
would be an interval OF about two inches
for the pure air of heaven to find an en-
trance and circulate around my SILVER
ing body. If I'D hit hillock of feathers
a rap to make 'em even, the whole con-
founded thing would fly up. fought
those feathers nearly all night, and
never did manage to get 'em fixed right
for more than minute at q time.
Every time I'd wink the whole thing
would assume a new attitude. And that
Internal wedge shaped bolster nearly
broke my neck until went rummaging
around and found it.
Then, after had pitched them off on
the floor couldn't find any pillow until
I had pulled the whole bed to pieces.
And when did find it, it was go small
that had to get all the feathers into
one corner and tie a knot in the tick to
deceive myself into the belief that had
q pillow under my head. But that boil
ster business took the cake. Who ever
heard of a wedge-aI,aped bolster made
as hard and unyieluing as Kansas City
eating.house biscuit? Made just exactly
like a mattress. you know-sewed
through, and through, and covered with
bed ticking-Berlin Cor. Toronto Globe.
Gen. Mahone's Cow and Turkey.
Letter in Phil Times.
About three hundred yards to the
rear OF our quarters, on hill, stood a
stately mansion, the property of a Mr..
Whitworth, on the grounds of which
were General Mahone's headquarters.
Malone was noted as an epicure, and
it was said that his larder wss supplied
with the best that the confederacy could
afford. While in camp he kept cow in
order to have cream for his coffee.
About the middle of January he had a
nice lot of turkeys. One day a ragged
and hungry Georgian thong Int that he
would like turkey. So with baited
fishing-hook and line he strolled leisure
" in the direction of Mahone's quarters.
A hundred yards distant strutted large
gobbler. Malone with some of his staff
was sitting in front of his tent engaged
in pleasant conversation. The Georgian
apparently sauntered carelessly by, and
in doing 80 dropped the bait, which the
turkey seized. The soldier continued
his walk now in an opposite direction
The turkey as an natural
consequence, followed. The Generals
attention was attracted. The man now
broke into brisk trot with the turkey
at his heels. General Malone was one
of the most accomplished swearers il
broke out in his peculiar sharp, screech
ing voice: ''Boys, look at that Dc
coward running from my turkeyv' The
Georgian, by this time, was in full run
forcing the turkey to flop ard juml
spasmodically as he sped on after hi
captor. Malone shouted: "Just lool
at my turkey running that cowardly
lout! Look at him, boys; just look a
him! Come, let us follow them and set
the fun!'' Just then the man and tur
i kew disanneared nvnr tho hin ord =
7 capped. Next day written. notices wer,
posted offering reward of $40 for thu
apprehension Of the man who stole Ma
homes turkey. A few weeks after sim
liar search was made in every quartz
in the camps for Mahone's COW, but no
. vestige Of hair or hide could ever b,
eeen. believe the horns were found
but never: the wicked thief,