Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-04-06
GoULD.s ,PAIL OF MILK.
So Good He Thought They Had MIXED
Another Cow.

So Good He ThOuEht They Had MIXED
Another Cow.
From an Exchange.
]. L.. Ingalsbe of Glen Falls, N. Y. re-
lates, this anecdote ofethe late jay Gould:
On a warm morning, few years since.
while engaged in some surveying opera
tions on the Carleton farm, In the town
of Hampton, Washington county. I was
accompanied by John Carleton, The elder
Of the brothers. then owning the farm.
In advance of the main party and load
ed with a heavy transit and other impede
ments. on reaching the summit Of a rocky
pasture field. now grown up to bushes,
briers, etc., we sat down to recover
breath. Pointing to the piles of debris and
great irregular excavations in the hillside
my companion said:
did you know that Jay Gould did this?'
My answer attested both my establishment
and my interest, and my informant con-
tinued:
Yes. was a boy then. and my father,
Herman Carleton, for the sum of, think.
81 800. conveyed to Jay Gould, either as
principal CT agent. the right to excavate
for the purpose Of manufacturing roofing
slate. The work was carried on quite ex-
tensively for several years. but for va
rious seasons was finally abandoned.
forenoon I was up about the works look
ing at the operations Of the workmen. and
Mr.. Gould said to me: Young man, do
you suppose you can get me drink Of
milk down yonder SOMEWHERE
Il was down at the farmhouse in short
order. and soon started back for the hill
with the pail Of milk. In my eagerness
stepped on Il sharp stone, tripped and fell,
splitting almost all the milk. Here was O
fix. My pennies were gone, and I dared
rot show my nearly empty pail at either
end Of the route. for the evidence would
be fairly against me that drank the milk
Crossing a small brook 1 dipped my
pail and examined the contents. 1t looked
rather blue, and tasted pretty fiat, but as
the pail was not yet half full l dipped
egain and went on. Feeling rather shaky
as to the result, watched till Mr.. Gould
was very busy talking, when, handing
him the pail, 1 slipped away.
well, l kept away from the works for
number of days. but presently 1 was
back again. All went as usual. No one
noticed me, and I began to feel at home
again. 1 was watching some interesting
operation of the workmen, when 1 felt a
touch on my shoulder.
"Can you get me another drink of milk"
said Mr.. Gould, who stood at my sde He
handed me n little pail and this time 10
cent piece. Returning with my pail full
Of milk and half the money in my pocket,
I went straight up and handed over both
pail and money.
Giving me the five cents change, Mr..
Gould sat down on rock and took good
his lips and with look of inquiry. he re-
marked: 4, I,
Say. bub. get this at the same place
you did the othere'
Scratching in the dirt with my bare
toes. 1 answered. not very boldly. Yes,
sir Another taste from the pail; then
another look at ME. Z
II couldn't stand it9any longer, and told
the whole story Mr. Gould lay back on
the ground, kicked up his heels and fairly
screamed with laughter: I slid off out Of
he was thinking Of. or whether I gave him
the idea of watering stock, don't know"