Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1886-07-01
Top Knots.
D. B. WALKER. OF ELMO.


d. B. WALKER, OF ELMO.
Ii there is man in Grant County
that can furnish motive power to propel
steamboat or a train of cars, that
man is Dave Walker: A 350-acre farm
is but plaything in his hands. He is
never in hurry and is never behind
with his work, everything is done up in
time and in good shape. His fences
and buildings are always in the best of
repair. his horses always sleek and fat,
and the rest of his stock well cared for.
Dave Walker possesses the rare faculty
tof knowing Just what to take hold of
first, and just how to take hold of it to
accomplish his purpose with the least
expenditure of time and labor. There
is no fuss and feathers about him; his
business runs along as smooth as soap
suds runs out of sink. MIR. Walker
is a man of but few words, yet you are
never in doubt rs to their meaning.
Ills character is above reproach, and
the man does not live that ever had
cause to doubt his word. He was born
and raised on the farm that he now oc-
cupies. May he live long and continue
to prosper is the wish of the scribbler.
c. C. JONES, OF GEORGETOWN.
Everybody within fifty miles has
heard OF Cook Jones, his good stories,
practical jokes, and of his famous hsh-
ing and hunting exploits. Were we to
attempt sketch of all of the good
things that we have heard of Mr.. Jones
we would not have room for the top
knots of anyone else. The subject of
this sketch was born in Pennsylvania,
and came to Wisconsin when young
man, worked in the pinery few years,
went to California in 1851, remained
there one year and came home and
settled down to business at farming.
MIR. Jones is thorough farmer and is
fully up with the times. Everything
about his farm gives evidence of care
and order and perfect adaptation to
the purpose for which it was intended.
In appearance Mr.. Jones would satisfy
almost anyone that to get off u joke or
listen to good story he would willingly
miss his dinner any time, yet the 200
pounds of iollity that he carries around
tells very plainly that he is not indebted
to skim milk for his existence, but has
had the cream of life all of the way
through. He can beguile you for hours
with his famous fishing stories, and his
boys can tell of some of his cunning
exploits that he would be just as well
pleased not to hear. One of these stories
is as follows: One day when there was
a good deal of soft snow on the ground
one of the boys come in and took down
the gun. The senior joker inquired
what he was going to shoot. The
Junior remarked that there was eovey
of quails huddled together up in the
road, and he thought that he could kill
them all at one shot. ''Jim," says the
Senior, "Just give me that gun. You
can't hit barn-door. 1t takes me TO
shoot quails.' The Senior took the
gun and crawled on his hands and
knees through the snow until he got
within shooting distance of the 'quails,
then he banged away, but never bird
moved. He loaded his gun and fired
again but never raised feather. He
fired a third time and as there was no
sign of life he concluded that he must
have killed the entire flock at the first
fence to pick up his game. When he
got within about two rods of where his
game should be he wheeled around and
started for the house. He carried his
head like wild steer in . corn patch
and stepped as high as yoked pig.
As soon rs he got to the house he called
out: Jim, Jim, come here" whats
wanted, father responded jim. Then
the Senior addressed Jim thusly: "Jim,
have | not been kind and loving
father to you? Have | not brought you
up in the way that you should go, and
if you refused to go, have l not felt for
you in a way that you long remem-
bered? And now, Jim, when your old
father has one foot nearly in the grave
mile through the wet snow on his hands
and knees, and waste three good charges
of powder and shot on pile of-some-
thing in the road?' NEXT.