The Yazoo sentinel. (Yazoo City, Miss.) 1878-1916, 1891-05-28

OAD ION i kANNAs AAAN AA"IfffNAN - NfN"N
name and title Of harmless and cccen-
trio character who lives IN a cave about
four miles from Sweet Springs. No. His
house is merely a hole abOat ten feet
square ii hill or bluh facisg Black
River. His only means Of livelihood
consists in the fur and game no captures
during the winter months, and the iish
he catches during the summer season.
Among other eccentric notions or habits
which he mas. or, perhaps with him L
might more properly be called mania,
is that of training small animals. He
always keep two or three pet coons, aud
when any Of his friends come 10 see him
nothing seems TO afford him so much
pleasure as bringing forth his pets and
have them 30 through the various antics
he has taught them. Tom is not lrst
classmuscian, in fact knows nothingab9E
music when it appears in the shapgol
notes, sharps. fats, etc. but he ca4p.9
with case such tunes as "Arkans9s ray
eler,n mississippi Sawyer" Anu the
Devils Dream.n With Us fiddle,
which sometimes has five aFA sometimes
only three strings, he whies away nus
idle hours, teaching hliittie nouseholo
Of pets how to keeRtlme 10 ms rustic
music. So soon ayyhe gets coon or
fox well trained 40 offers it for sale, and
usually finds epurchaser at fair price.
But few snen have ever fallen into a
bot of molten metal and escaped with a
lew trihing burns, but John Adams Of
Tacoma, Wash, did it the other night.
He is an employee of the Ryan smelter,
working on the night shift, and it is
only through great presence of mind
that he was not burned TO death. By
some misstep he lost his balance and
started to fall headlong into an immense
pot Of molten metal. AS he fell he
caught the rim of the pot, and although
he was immersed almost to his aympiIs,
he drew himself out, an with an almost
superhuman effort threw himself into an
adjoining pot filed with cold water.
Some of his fellow workmen saw him
cast himself into the second pot, and
rushing to his assistance, rescued him.
His hands were badly burned, but other
wise he had hardly scar on him. The Sc
cret of his escape was that he had on
heavy wooden underwear and outer
clothing, and before it had been burned
through Adams was in the pot Of cold
water.
THE mountain canyons play curious
pranks with the weather of towns stu
ated at their entrance. In Boulder, Col,
one day the sky was bright. the sun was
shining serenely and the air was abso-
lutely without motion. 1t was perfect
morning About 10 o'clock strange
roar could be heard afar of in the noun
tains. For half an hour it grew louder
and louder, but not breath Of air
stirred the dust on the streets Of the
town. Then there came rush of wind
that almost took men off their feet.
For an hour dust, sticks and scraps of
paper we're hurled with binding force.
Locomotion was nearly impossible.
Then the wind lessened, the atmosphere
cleared, and in few moments the day
was as placid as though the great noun
tains had given no manifestation of their
mysterious forces. The canyons act as
tunnels. They gather the wind in the
big end, as it were, and shoot it out
through the little end with its power
multiplied a dozen times It's start
ling freak until you are used to it.
In the shops Of the c., H. and D. r.
r. at Hamilton. Ohio, is cracked loco
motive bell that has history. 1t was
attached TO locomotive presided over
by a strong, manly, handsome engineer
whose great objects OF pride and adora
ton were first mis- sweetheart and then his
faithful engine He loved them both
devotedly, though, of course, in quite
different ways.. One day at Hamilton be
stood in the cab Of the engine, bell rope
ia hand, ready to move the lever and
start the train, when he saw a bridal
party approaching. He glanced at the
bride; it was the girl he loved. His
heart stopped beating, be gave groan.
and dropped dead. As he fell with
the bell rope in his hand, he gave the
bell loud ring that cracked il from top
to bottom, and Ii was found aEterward
that he had died literally of broken
heart. The bell in the shops at Hamil-
ton is still called ''the bell Of the broken
heart
CAPTAIN E. E. Wilson, Of 81. Louis,
tells an odd story of frontier life, which
is corroborated by Ex-Governor S. I.
Hauser Of Montana. Mr. Wilson had re-
Gently seen newspaper account of the
death by shooting of Drury Underwood,
a noted Western character. Said he:
Underwood was once shot by an.lndian
so that one bullet made eight holes in
his skin. and passed on to wound anoth-
er man. He was large man, weighing
upward OF 300 pounds. and Used to sleep
on his back with his arms folded over
his chest. the flesh of which was thus
thrown up in two high pTotuberances.
He was sleeping in a tent along side Of
Governor Hauser, of Montana. when the
Indians attacked them. A bullet passed
through both Of his arms and the two
feshy piles on his chest and hit the Gov
ernOr on the other side Of him.
A kansas paper tells an interesting
COW story. The cow IN question recently
lost her calf After it died she trans-
ferred her affections TO the fourteen-year-
old son Of her owner. for whom she
manifesrs a strange fondness. She icks
him Just as she would a calf, and no one
but the boy can do anything With tie
dumb creature. The other day the lad
had occasion to 20 10 town. and as he
remained away until after milking time.
bis sister put on a suit Of his clothes and
went into barnyard, and succeeded IN