New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1895-09-01
NOTES OF AN HOUR ~ CONNECTICUT

II is not alone along the waterfront that the
State Of Connecticut has 10 deal with the mar
vellous Here indeed, the sea-serpent may poke
his sulphurous nose up out Of the grewsome
depths and snort az a summer hotel; but the IN
terror is no less prey to horrible realities oh'y
the other day the whole commonwealth was
chasing a wild man. the van being led by
picked company of young lady summer ooaroers'
their plausible notion being That wld man was
better than no man at all. But the fleeing gem
tleman was not caught, and now IL appears tha'
he wasn't a man at all but gorilla. having just
been identified by stage load OF veracious ro.ks'
The dispatch ends with a beautiful and child
like touch Of candor In the casual remark tha'
during the last winter a gorilla Inhabited the
woods in South Norfolk" Tor all the world az II
Connecticut was becoming popular gorilla VIM
ter resort. Visions OF the January hippopotamus
vainly trying to cool off Ia the Connecticut RIVER
rise before the astonished eyes OF the reader
But the hardy winter gorilla and the perennial
SERPENT of the sea are not the only wonders OF
Connecticut. Honor and shame from no conoi-
ton rise; you may not be a gorilla with cicles
in your beard even a ea-serpent with one
eye; you may, in short, be only an ordinary cow,
but YOU may achieve distinction-in Connecticut.
Thus was it with the bovine creature OF Lazarus
Weaver a good mixer and kind and gentle
beast Weaver lives near Ansonia. The cow IS
a Jersey. The story is rushed to this city by
telegraph and chuted into the yawning and well
coming columns Of contemporary.
Last Sunday Mr. Weaver and his family were
away from home They were attending church,
as well became a Connecticut household and no
one was left at home except the COW. Cow-ike.
she began shopping about looking for mischief.
After tipping over the leach and half breaking
one of her hindlegs in kicking the grindstone'
her attention attracted by the cellar door.
II was the regulation slanting cellar door, and
one on which five generations Of boys had worn
out their trousers by sliding down It, The COW
readily opened the door with her teeth and de-
scended to the cool depths below. She snifed at
the bunghole Of the soap barrel, sampled a crock
Of butter, knocked over cali OF cherries. ate a
few potatoes and nearly broke her other leg by
kicking the stone churn. Then she came 10 an
other barrel in the corner, and cast inquiring
eye over the chime expecting to see more soap.
What was her surprise and qualification to find
cucumber pickles. She had often. when filibus-
terng in the garden. eaten cucumbers with sat
isfacton. but she was innocent tc degree con-
corning the artificial process of picking. She ac-
cordingly 1--WE quote from the dispatch late
nearly half bushel, shaking her thirst with the
brine"
As might be expected the dose soon began TO
take effect on the cow" as, Notwithstanding the
half-dozen or so stomachs which the domestic
cow can boast It does not seem that any Is pro-
ylded for pickles in quantities. Therefore. under
the awakening effects Of the half-bushe of
pickles and the eight or ten gallons OF strong
brine she "pranced around the cellar. knocked
lover the butter crock scattered the potato and
otherwise smashed things" Then she began to
below and moment later. with an unhappy
cast Of her leg Kicked the spigot from the
cider barrel" The cider Of the crop Of 81,
and it rushed to waste In a rich and precious
flood Mr.. Weaver is. by the way president Of
the Ansonia Prohibition Club. and very fond Of
pure sweet cider. considering 1t excellent for the
digestion. 1t seems possible that had the cow
also known this hygienic fact she might have
taken drink of the cider and digested the
pickles after all: but she did not. Rather she
uttered one more fierce below knocked over the
pork barrel and rushed up stairs TO the yard just
as the astonished Weaver drove In. After saw
ing all he could OF the cider he did what was
the reach Of human help. Unconsciously. in the
intensity of his feeling. the correspondent in
vokes the aid Of metre and closes with she
gave a loud moo and lay down and died. quite
after the manner Of the poor Babes IN the Woods.
In speaking later of the strange occurrence to
the reporter Mr.. Weaver said: II estimate that
fully twelve gallons ran on 10 the cellar bottom
land were lost before could replace the spigot."
Thus it appears. we have already said, that,
though you may be but an humble cow there is
chance for you to win distinction in the neigh
boring State Of the Sound