Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1888-01-04
Burleigh's krout, mammal The fact
isit was but a weak imitation.

isit was but a weak imitation.
The doctor was, without doubt char
acter, character queer to oddity, even TO
uniqueness. With all his buying and sell
ing and with all his close-fistedness in
some directions, he was generous in others,
He built a fine brick church on piece of
his own ground, made an unconditional
deed OF it TO the Baptist society and then
would only give half of the right of way
that it might be reached. He built those
great castles or Noahs ark residences,
one of them containing, il is said, forty
two rooms, and they stand unoccupied.
Declaring that he wanted no hog packing
III his, he came down on piece of land
many thousands Of dollars upon which to
locate the slaughter houses, and throwed
in thousand dollars cash extra towards
making the thing a success.
From what little We had CLEANED from
our many years assiduous study of our
neighbor and his more striking points, we
had made up our mind that he would rival
the wandering Jew in longevity. We had
thousand times offered to bet thousand
years,-with no takers. But he is dead
The Lord knew him too well to tackle him
with any spell of lingering sickness.
Against such commonplace demise he
would have kicked and fought, backed by
all the potent powers of his eclectic,
electric and magnetic decoctions, delaying
his final taking off until the gentlemen,
the atmosphere of whose home is popularity
supposed to be perfumed with fumugating
material, would have tired of
waiting No, so sudden came the sum
mons that his ear caught no
intimation of the triumphant shrek of the
purveyor of graveyards, nor his eye no
flash Of heavens scineter, which from out
a sunlighted sky struck him down, a limp
lump, at the bedside of her whom he had
for months been SO anxiously watching; of
her who had borne him six children since
that morning when he had there pitched
his caravansary-six children, the last a
boy and a girl, twins-down, a limp lump
OF insensate clay of the earth, earthly
Quiet at last WAS our neighbor.
The remains were carried away
on Sabbath afternoon, followed by two
or three lonesome hacks, and deposited in
the most circumscribed spot of all his
great possessions, his soul flown to the
confines OF that dark shore beyond whose
limitless reach no mortal eye hath yet
peered, much less caught any glimpses of
its promised restful beauties or abundant
glories
DR.. Burleigh, our neigh bor if not wholly
good was not wholly bad. He was only
mortal Coming of New England
parentage, whose ancestors digged
and scratched for meagre exist
ence on the barren plateaus of Maine,
this life was vouschafed him only as a
struggle. 1t meant that only to him To
live economically and to cut and trim was
From beneath his pro-
jecting and shaggy over-hanging brows
looked out only kindly eyes If there was
q restless alertness, there was nothing hid
den. His whole face ever beamed with
kind expectancy as if a good was about to
be offered by him or proffered to him.
While his neighbor could not love he did
not fail to admire. From his dread abode
we draw not his frailties-only his
and in writing them down
there is no malice,-only pity.
Again, peace to his ashes,