Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1890-12-11
SOMEWHAT STRANGE.
ACCIDENTS AND INCIDENTS OF
EVERYDAY LIFE.

Queer Episodes and Thrilling Adven-
lures Which Show that Truth is
Stranger than Fiction.
A WRITER In the New York Star says
Can man become intoxicated on chew
ing gum2 l can not believe it, yet a
friend of mine assures me that he knows
fellow who does it. The man in oues
tion is the superintendent of one of the
big breweries of New York. He does
not drink liquor of any kind, not even
his own beer. He can tell the quality of
the brewing by the color and smell. Once
in while, however, he feels like getting
hilarious in some way. The feeling is
likely to come upon him on the Fourth of
July or some similar occasion of holiday
or rejoicing.
When he feels that way, so my friend
says, and he ought to know, our supcrin-
tendent buys a large box Of some pecu-
liar SORT of chewing gum, and makes a
job of it. He does not attempt to do
anything else for the time being. He de-
votes himself to that chewing gum. One
cake of it after another disappears. He
chews all the sweetness out of the gum
and then throws it away. When he has
masticated about four or five dozen of
the waters he is the possessor of what
the boys call "a beautiful jag" At least
so my friend says. There was friend of
mine once who assured me that he had
seen an oyster which had been taught to
play the piano. did not believe him,
just because he was my friend. Your
own friends will some times tell you
whopping big yarns. The one who tells
me the chewing gum story AYERS by the
Great Horn Spoon, that it is positively
true. In proof of it he pointed out the
brewery to me.
AN Americas (Ga) correspondent oil
the Globe Democrat, tells this COW story
l saw my Durham cow Juno do a thing
the other day that had l been simply
tOad of it l should have set down as
tremendous falsehood. Juno is the gen.
tlest of creatures, and my children often
take advantage of her good nature to
tease her, though, of course, have for
hidden them to touch her. On the oc-
casion speak of my little Minnie, aged
s, had followed me into the milking
pen, and, while I was busy with tho
other COWS, began to plague Juno, un-
seen by me. All at once 1 was startled by
hearing the child scream out in alright,
and turning about saw Minnie caught
up on the cows horns. My first idea
Was naturally that the gentle creature
had rebelled at last, and was about to
toss her tormentor, SO started in run
for the pair, but before l could reach
them Juno had carefully borne the child
to the barred gate, which had closed
on entering the pen to keep the other
cows in, and deposited her, screaming
at the top of her voice, but quite unhurt,
on the other side, and then quitely re-
turned to her feeding.
-Chauncey Snyder, who lives on a road
leading to the Overlook Mountain, for
some time has missed sheep from his
flock. After the recent fall of snow he
saw the tracks of large wildcat in one
of his fields. That night, accompanied
by his big bulldog and armed with gun,
Snyder lay in wait for the sheep-killer.
Near midnight the wildcat made its ap-
pearance. In an instant dog and wild
cat were engaged in conflict. The cat
was big one, with claws as sharp as
needles, and when Snyder neared the
combatants the snow was red with their
blood. The wildcat had the advantage
of the dog. and Snyder raised his gun
and brought it down with full force upon
the skull of the cat. The animal reeled
and appeared dazed for a moment.
Then it sprang upon Snyder's shoulder
and drove its claws deep into his flesh.
The dog was up in time and grappled
with the cat, and then there was rough
and tumble fight. Snyder rained blow
after blow upon the cats head with his
gun barrel until the animal was killed.
Both Snyder and his bulldog paid dearly
for their victory. The former had a
deep wound in his shoulder, while the
dog was wounded in dozen places.
The wildcat weighed thirty four pounds,
and was the largest of its species ever
killed in the Catskills.
"THE severest pain ever experienced
in BATTLE" said United States Senator
Cockrell, who was wounded three times,
twas caused by bullet that did not hit
me at all. was riding at the head of
my regiment when it passed under my
chin with whistle and slash like a
saber stroke. 1t stung me like red d-hot
iron, and thought it had cut my throat,
but on putting up my hand it only
caught lot of whiskers that had been
cut off. There was no blood and no
harm. l was shot through the arm and
through both legs in the same battle,
breaking the bones, but none of these
clips hurt half as much as the bullet that
did not hit me. In fact, while my right
leg became suddenly benumbed, l did
not suspect till half an hour afterward
that a bullet had gone through my left
leg, too. The boys discovered it when
they were carrying me off. 1t had not
panied me in the least. didn't know
it was touched.
JACOB S. HILDEBRAND, of indianapolis,
either has wonderful horse or the horse
has a wonderful owner. Mr.. Hildebrand
relates that the animal was missing from
the stable the other morning, and, after
long search, was found at the black
smith shop some distance away, whittier
he had gone of his own accord. The
horse had walked into the blacksmith
shop, and, taking his accustomed place,
held up one foot. The smith looked at
the foot held up and found that the shoe
was off. The horse was shod and re-