The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1885-03-27
Benton.

BeutOu.
On Monday evening a week as | was
leading my horses to water at the brook,
having just returned and unhitched from
the sled, hook of one of the side straps of
the harness fastened in the flank of the op-
posite horse, severely hurting it before it
could be loosed. A person may exercise
all the care possible, accidents will happet
in spite OF it all. Any person examining
the structure Of those hooks would say it
was impossible for them to fasten to
horse under any circumstance Whatever.
The funeral procession of Alinas Coles
youngest daughter passed through the
town of Benton on Wednesday of last
week, on the way to 1T Ga'riel cemetery
where the body was inferred. She was
about II years of age.
Fletcher Wilson, u harnessmakcr who re-
sided In Benton for some time, moved to
Unityville last week. Now Johnny, the
other harnessmaker, has it all his own way,
and capital harnessmaker he is, too, and
plenty of work to boot.
There is a class of people like summer
birds. When spring arrives they fit from
place to place. Which affords the most
solid enjoyment, a variety of locations and
novelty, or one continued habitation and
monotony, perhaps neither class can tell
Abe Hartman's young team, while tied
to a hitching post somewhere in the coun-
try-his son and Jerry Saltzer were tran
sacting some business not far distant
broke loose and gave them the slip. At
all events, when Jerry and the boy return
ed they were minus a sleigh ride. Jerry is
little unfortunate sometimes-that he is a
very clever fellow may account for it, The
one horse was considerably stiff and lame
he informed us.
A great many little folks, old and young
people are complaining with heavy colds.
March 10th, the back bone of winter is as
stiff and rigid to-day with s to 10 degrees
below zero each morning this week with
out any prospect of relief as though it were
only the middle of January, Who ever
knew the like? And ice that knows no
bounds. Winter indeed.
am no weather prophet, but according
to an old saying, or sign, we may expect
the wind from the west and northwest,
principally, for the next three months, and
consequently cold Spring.
Peter Case, who carries the mail on the
Saltwater, VanCamp, Cambria and Raven
Creek route, is about seventy-fve years of
age. Part OF the time the severity and in
clemency of the season were too rigid for
such an old man. He is man of a power
full constitution.
Peter Y. Slime, an old citizen, is living
with his son Harmon. He has retired from
his old occupation as day laborer. We
| venture the assertion that there is not an.
other man in the county who performed
rs years old. There never was more
faithful working man.
On last Saturday evening week w. b
Smith and Nettie Everett both If Benton
were married, but who tied the nuptia
knot we have not learned.
Ice was In good demand in the fore par
| of the winter, but there is quite surplus
| of it now on hand, even to stagnation il
the ice business.
AT present writing there is right gooC
wagoning and shedding both at the samt
time, and the thermometer playing abou
zero, March Goth.
The coon has established reputation
beyond dispute.
Our hucksters, about dozen in all
make their regular trips up the river
| Among the number Mr., John Ashleman Il
| the eldest.
Every now and then we notice a new
wrinkle in fashionable society; but this il
not surprising since we know that tim,
wrinkles all things,
| Mr., VIM. lpher informed us that one o.
his hens deposited an egg in her usua
nest week or so ago, that measured til,
long way around seven and three-fourtl
inches, and the other way, five and three
fourths. Some one suggested stray os
trich must have stopped and assisted tn,
hem Whose hen can beat that ? Ben
ton is ahead.
Mrs. Sarah Wenner wife of Jacob, a
Bendertown is quite poorly, having beer
attacked last Saturday by pleurisy and
pneumonia, Mr., Wenner is a confined
cripple caused by rheumatism.
| Quite great deal of sickness in the vicl
nifty OF Bendertown among the little folks
If any one can not bide his time, let hin
roast his feet awhile ut one Of tho linn
kilns these zero nights.
No need OF mosquito bars these coo
nights.