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Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1901-10-29
A STEADY INCREASE
Hogs Being Placed on the Market
More Freely.
LARGE LOCAL RECEIPTS THIS WEEK
Weak Price Has No Effect on the
Movement - Doings of People of
East End During the Week-illus-
trated Sermon Sunday.
tFrom Saturdays Daily.]

[From Saturdays Daily]
John Morrell and Company packed
12,300 hogs this week against 1920
the week previous. The total western
packing is 100000, compared with
100000 the preceding week and 445,-
900 last year. Since March l the to-
tai is 14,220,000, against 13,725,O00 a
year ago. Prominent places compare
as follows:
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1901-10-29

Mems heavy Smoking Mitts, made
of 10.ounce duck, loo kind, this = n
week only. ..,............'.. W
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1901-10-29
4 ingalIs Grown Point. n.

S. A. ingalls,, Grown Point N. Y,
writes: My wife suffered from kid
ney trouble for years. She was in
duced to try Foley's Kidney Cure, and
in less than q week after she began
using it, she was greatly improved and
three bottles cured her. Sold by all
druggists.
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1901-10-29

The Black Hawk Oil company of Wa
terloo has been consolidated with the
Iowa Beaumont Oil company.
Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1901-10-29

Bremen county has been enriched
about $4,000 by the work OF tax fet-
rets in that county.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
THE ~HUNTERFRoM HI CITY

Now the hunter from the city takes his gun and
hies away,
With a wild determination in his heart to MAIN
and slay;
lie stumbles through the pastures. and he scram-
bles over logs,
And he lodges through the briers and goes slosh-
ing through the boys,
And here and there he sees
Warning Signs upon the trees.
And now and then he hustles to outrun the farm
er's dogs.
oh, the hunter from the city, starting out with
hope SO high,
Couldn't hit a flock OF h~aystacks II they passed
him on the hyl
But his sporting blood Is ~tingling, and his breast
is all aflame
As he halts and blindly blazes at the startled.
fleeing game.
And the words he has to say
As the white smoke drifts away
Are intended to show clearly that his weapon was
TO blame.
Oh, the hunter from the city goes out boldly
hunting now,
And he fires at the chipmunk and brings down
the farmers COW,
And at night, with aching shoulders, he sinks
homeward with his gun
And a deeply set conviction that 1t weighs at
least a ton
There's a farmer with a bill
For a cow that's cold and still,
But no matter. for the hunter from the city calls
1t fun.
Chicago Record Herald.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05

the gate before that hour. but it was to
be disappointed. His friend had some
important business pop up and couldn't
go.
Then you'll call it off, Of course?"
said Mrs. Bowser as she was told of
the situation.
"Not at ALL" he replied. Il set this
day to go after the snipe, and | shah
go just the same. I'm off in ten min.
utes."
~Bnt ! wish you wouldn't" she plead
ed. You don't know anything about
snlpe hunting. and you'll be sure
stop right there!' interrupted Mr..
Bowser. II so forth to hunt the snipe.
and Ill come home with a basketful or
bust my ~suspenders. I'm not going to
be embraced by n boa constructor or
eaten by an alligator. Nothing will
happen except that wen have snipe on
toast for breakfact-fat, juicy snipe."
With that he was off with the gun
on his shoulder and three small boys
and n dog trailing behind. At the cor
ner his retinue left him. however. and
he took an electric car for the country.
He wanted to get a line on the snipe
as soon as possible, and so he asked
information of the conductor. The con-
ductor wanted to be agreeable and aid
in building up the suburban line, and
80 he replied that the snipe were so
thick Just beyond the terminus that
farmers were killing them with clubs.
Mr.. Bowser caught his breath and
felt sorry for poor Green and chuckled
aloud as he pictured Mrs. Bowser's
chagrin when he arrived home with
. wagonload Of birds. lie set off
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
HIS r
N Close Shave of a Drummer Ont
West.


81 was sitting on the veranda of a
far western hotel one afternoon" said
the Boston drummer, and was lazily
smoking one of the incest meerschaum
pipes you ever saw when out of the
tail of my eye ] saw that a native down
at the other end of the yeranda had
his gun sighted at me. They were n
wild lot around there. and | couldn't
tell whether he meant to shoot me or
the pipe. The chances were In favor
of the pipe, however, and 1t seemed n
good chance to test my nerve. | made
up my mind to let him shoot and to
pretend a careless air, but I'm telling
you that In the ten or fifteen seconds
of waiting the sweat came out at every
pore and my heart pounded my ribs
sore. l felt a sort of tick at the bowl
Of the pipe, heard the crack of the
gun and knew that the bullet had
passed through the pipe. | got a brace
with my hands and feet and waited for
n second bullet. and 1t went through
the bowl after the FIRST. | sat there
until his fourth bullet had knocked the
DONl Ou tHt SttDl, anu iltn Tit HliooAcl
sauntered up to me and laughingly
said:
Excuse me, stranger, but l thought
1t was imitation
"'Same as you are | replied.
my glbe hurt him, but he vas nan
enough to tell everybody about my
nerve, and the boys Clipped In suffi-
cient nuggets to buy Inc this $50
smoker. Nerve! Say, do you know
what happened to me when l made
an excuse to go up stairs after my old
corncob? l had no sooner got into my
room than my knees gave out, chills
galloped up my spine, and I'll be
hanged If l didn't faint away and lie
there for ten minutes. 1t had sud
denly occurred to me that the bowl
of that pipe was only six inches from
my nose while the fellow was doing his
shooting, and | have not yet got over
touching my nasal organ now and then
to see If it is safe" NJ. QUAD.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05

am a farmer located near Stony Brook, one of the most malarious
districts in this State, and was bothered with malaria for years, at times
so could not work. and was always very constPated as well. For
years had malaria so bad in the spring, when engaged in blowing,
that could do nothing but shake. must have taken about a barrel
of quinine pills besides dozens of other remedies, but never obtained
any permanent benefit Last fall in peach time, had a most serious
attack Of chiIs and then commenced to take RPans Iabules, upon
friends advice, and the first box made me all right and have never
been without them since. take one Tabule each morning and night
and sometimes when feel more than usually exhausted take three in
a day. They have kept my stomach sweet, my bowels regular and
have not had the least touch of malaria nor splitting headache since
commenced using them. know also that sleep better and wake up
more refreshed than formerly. don't know how many complaints
Ripans Tabues will help, but do know they will cure any one in the
condition was and would not be without them at any price.
honestly consider them the cheapest-priced medicine in the world, as
thew are also the most beneficial and the most con enient TO take.
| am twenty seven years of age and have worked hard all my life, the
Same as most farmers, both early and late and in all kinds OF weather.
and have never enjoyed such good health as have since last fall; In
fact, my n~eighbors have all remarked my improv condition and have
said, "Say, John, what are you doing TO look Sd healthy
~ NTEp "A ease of bad health that Il n s m act bunt They ash pnam ppnF m@
w onedsan relief NHe the word X IpANsa on the package d acp T % n mma md ON thS
and tnumonsw will mailed to any address for scents. frw%dsd~ the psnse nem"AS ~ -
~ Sruco St New YORK
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05


suppose that you had ever fired a gun
In your life"
mo? Well. when 1 bring home a
bushel of snipe tomorrow night you'll
suppose something else"
Nothing more was said until after
dinner, and then Mrs. Bowser queried:
"Where do you go after snipe?'
"Oh. down the Marshes" he replied.
"But what is a snlper"
"a snipe? Do you mean to tell ME
that you have lived to be 40 years old
and don't know what a snipe is? That's
the way with women, however. A
snipe, as l will inform you, is a bird"
"Nell. it's neither a buzzard nor a
blueblrd. lists a snipe. 1t flies over
marshes and is good eating. Snipe on
toast Is a dish for a king"
Mr.. Bowser talked very confidently.
but he had never seen a snipe, alive or
dead. He had read Of them. and Green
had added enough to make him enthu-
siastic. Mrs. Bowser wanted to know
lots OF other things about the birds, but
he choked her off in time to save his
prestige. He got to bed early, so as to
get an early start, but his dreams were
snipe haunted. At midnight he yelled
out and almost rolled out of bed, at 2
O'Clock he got up to look out of the win
dow and listen for the notes of birds,
at 4 o'clock he was up to look at the
weather, and at G he dressed and went
down stairs to load his gun. Green was
to be along at Z, and Mr.. Bowser had
. bolted breakfast and was waiting at
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05

bravely and at last struck a marsh. He
looked warily around him for snipe,
but realized after a minute that a bird
of brains would be hidden away where
tie grass was highest and thickest.
There was water In the marsh. There
were also horsefies, blackheads and
mosquitoes. and as Mr.. Bowser plow-
ed along they settled on him like a dog
on n bone and got in their bites. He
had sweat his suspenders, filled his
shoes with water and torn half the
brlm off his straw hat before he got
through the marsh, and the biggest
thing he had scared up was q tumble
bee. On the farther side of the marsh
he came across a farmer In a potato
field, and he approached him to say:
I'm out after snipe, but l don't
think I've struck the right spot. They
hang around the marshes, don't theyT'
"They dew" replied the farmer as
lie Strengthened up to rest his back.
Yes, the gaul darned things hang
around the marshes and keep up such
a chatterln that you sometimes can't
hear yourself think"
but l don't see any around
'9That's cause they've gone over to
that marsh to the west. They allus go
about this time of day to feed. You
Jest go over there If you want to PUNK
'em by the million"
Mr.. Bowser's lost exultation returned
to him, and there was n song In his
heart as he climbed the fence and fell
In and out of n ditch and made his way
into the larger marsh. He splashed his
way through water and toiled along
over beds of dry grass with all the in
stincts of a hunter on the qui vive, but
nothing offered. Something was about
to offer. he felt sure, when a humping
big bullfrog that was lurking In a
damp spot jumped against him with a
smash and at the same instant a wan
derlng horsefly about as big as a robin
crashed against his ear and tried to
bite 1t all off at once. When Mr.. Bow
ser finally emerged from that marsh, 1t
was to come again upon that same old
farmer In his potato field. He had
tramped for two hours in a circle.
Didn't git any, eh?" aueried the
farmer as he leaned on his hoe. 81 was
thinkin after you'd gone that | ought
to have sent you over this way. That's
where the snipe all appear to git to-
gether about this time of day."
81 was told that they were plenty
this season." said Mr.. Bowser, as hope
reklndled again.
millions of 'em, but they don't allus
stay In one place. Try this other
marsh"
There was more water In this marsh,
also more mosquitoes and h~orsefles,
but Mr.. Bowser plunged In with q
stout heart and looked upon a fall into
q ditch or a tumble into the grass as all
in the days work. 1t was only after he
had tumbled along for an hour without
raising a bird and had come out on the
old farmer for the third time that his
choler arose and he yelled out:
"See here, you blamed old idiot! l
am back again!"
Il declar' IL you anti" replied the
toiler. "Why. you must be lopsided to
walk In a circle this way"
you are a liar! l came down here
after snipe."
Eyes, you said So"
And I've waded around for five long
hours and not seen a blamed one."
"Shoo! Shoot"
"And l don't believe there's one In
the siate.-
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
"Gosh all fishhooks. but I dunno. IN

Gosh all fishhooks. but l dunno, I'M
less they've all crawled into a holler
log to git out of the sun. I've heard
that they do that when it's purity hot.
Yes. that must be 1t, but If you'll hang
on you'll find 'em all hyin around and
waitin to be plunked."
The car which conveyed Mr.. Bowser
from the snipe grounds to the town
also conveyed a cross eyed, bowlegged
man who sat on a back seat and quoted
poetry. 1t vas poetry relating to sun
burns, fly bites and snipe hunting.
There were 40 verses, and the end of
every verse left the hunter In a ditch
or on his ose In the grass. The pas
sengers appiauded at the right spots,
and Mr.. Bowser bobbed around on his
seat and vowed that he would hunt
that cross eyed man to his doom. Din
ner had waited two hours when he ar
rived home. He wabbled as he walked.
When he finally reached his own gate,
he saw Mrs. Bowser and the cat on the
steps. and he halted n IN to brace
himself for the ordeal. AS he braced
Mrs. Bowser called out:
Nothing for you this EVENING""
He stared at her and wondered what
she meant, and she continues:
81 have neither cold victuals nor
money for YOU"
He opened the gate and advanced,
and she rose up and said:
IF you come In here. l will call n po-
liceman to arrest you. Go on, you bad
mani"
Nimrod Bowser was being taken for
a tramp by his own wife!
M. QUAD.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
Not the Grammatical Kind

"What Is n conjunctlonT' asked the
teacher.
That which Joins together" was the
prompt reply.
"Give an illustration" said the teach
er.
The up to date miss hesitated and
blushed.
1.-THE marriage service" she said al
last.-Chicago Post.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
No RecIDrncItY.

"Brownly thinks he has the smartest
child in the world"
Yes" answered the morose man.
THAT illustrates the ingratitude of life.
There isn't one chance In a thousand
that that child when he grows up
will go around declaring that he has
the smartest father In the world
Washington Star.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
Both to Stay Indefinitely.

Hopperly-I hear there's an arrival
at your house. | congratulate you.
Popperly-Mix a little coincidence
There's been two arrivals.
Hopperly-Twins?
Popperly-Oh, no. The baby and my
wlfe's mother.-Catholic Standard and
Times.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
Lacks Business Judgment.

"Binks isn't much of a business man,
Is heT"
"Well. l should say not. Why, he
shows that in his family llfe."
"How?
"Ie has accumulated a bigger stock
than he can comfortably handle with
the amount of capital he has,"
"Stock of what?"
Children. He has six."-Chicago
Post.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
His Wffe'S Ewes.

y lecturer on optics In explaining the
mechanism Of the organ Of vision re-
marked, LET any man gaze closely into
his wife's eyes, and he will see himself
looking so exceedingly small that
Here the lecturers voice was drowned
by shouts of laughter.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05

Amateur Landlady-How do you
manage to keep your boarders with
such poor accommodations and so lit
tie to eat?
Mrs. Sllmdiet (confidentlally)-I let
them run a week or two behind with
their bills, and they never catch up
New York Weekly.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
Reason

The teacher of the Kindergarten has
n great deal of trouble with Mabel. who
Is four years old. The other day she
had occasion to ask:
mabel. why I'D you strike FreddyY'
"'Tause he. hitler dan me-" replied
Misunderstanding Chronicle Telegraph.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
No Blanks There.

"There are no blanks in the matrimo-
NAL lottery"
mo blanks! Do you mean to say that
every one draws a prize?"
Yes. sir, | do, but some of them are
BOBBY prizes and a good deal worse
than blanks. Still. every one gets some
thing."-Chicago Post.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
A Horse

"The horse of Banker Seligman of
New York has had eleven teeth filled
with gold and silver"
81 suppose he'll be laughing all the
time now in order TO show the filings"
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
Fair

Time, 11:45 p. m.
A sound resembling a distant peal of
thunder is heard directly overhead.
what was that?" asked the young
man as he started up from the parlor
sofa in alarm.
"ThatT" echoed the fair pride of the
household. ooh, that was only papa
dropping a hint"
And, hastily gathering the hint unto
himself, the young man carried it out
into the gloomy night.-Chicago News
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05

"I'm going shopping today, John"
said Mrs. Graspitt as her husband
started down town. "Can you let me
have a little money!
Certainly. my dear" replied the gen.
erous husband. Here's q Nickel
Chicago News.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
The Pain of II.

Mrs. Phoxy-I'd like to be a man just
for awhile.
Mr.. Phoxy-What for?
Mrs. Phoxy-Td like to experience
the feeling of buying my wife a new
gown.
Mr.. Phoxy-You could easily imagine
that feeling; you've been to the dentist.
Philadelphia Press.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05

as your daughter learning to play
by note?'
Certainly not" answered Mrs. Cum
FOX, a little Indignantly. I'VE pay
cash for every lesson. The idea!'-
Washington Star.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
No Room For pisappointmen,.

Nubbins Talking of matrimony,
there are few persons who wed their
ideal.
Stebbins-That's the reason. l sup
pose, why marriages are sometimes
happy.-Boston Transcript.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
Wasted on Him.

Tess-So Mr.. Borem called on you
last evening. don't suppose you got
a chance to open your mouth.
Jess-Oh, yes, frequently. but 1t
didn't do any good. He didn't pay any
attention to my yawns.-Philadelphla
Press.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05

II wonder II anybody's as unlucky
as am" grumbled the first pesslmist.
II never have any luck at ALL"
HUH" snorted the other. you're
lucky. It's better to never have any
luck at all than to be always having
bad luck like me."-Philadelphia Press.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
BOWSER, THE NIAIROD
He TAKES A DAY OFF AND GOES
HUNTING.

His Sad Experience ON the Marshes,
Where He Had Gone to shoot the
Festive snipe, and What Happened
when He Returned Home.
Copyright, 1901, by c. D. Lewisl
"And now what is itY' asked Mrs.
Bowser MS Mr.. Bowser came home the
other evening with a gun case d
his arm.
Nothing but a little healthful recre-
alton tomorrow" he replied as he care
fully stood the ease in a corner.
"Have you got a gun In thereT'
81 have. It's n shotgun | borrowed to
70 snipe hunting with Green tomorrow.
Have you any objections to my taking
a day offY
"Of course not, but it seems strange
that you should go hunting. l didn't
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
Not True, Unfortunately.

Wife Qaughingly) = There are some
overwhelmingly funny jokes in this pa
per about ome going shopping all
day and never buying anything.
Husband Chotly) = Yes, but they're
lies.-New York Weekly.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
Those DOston Girls.

Kate (returned from the clty)-And
we went through the subway, Charley
and l..
Susan-No! And how did you like 1t?
Kate-I didn't think much of it. 1t Is
all lighted up, you know.-Boston Tran
script.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05

lie (playfully)-How old are you,
Miss Browne?
She-I cannot tell n lie. /
He-Oh, II that Is the case | will not
take a mean advantage of you. | with
draw the question.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05

$50 he finally proposed to you In the
surf"
Eyes. You see a heavy wave came
in, and lost my feet, and then he"-
"WeIl?"
"Well, then he lost his head."-Brook-
Ign Life.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
Just Whit II Needed.

as there any cure for jealousyT"
Eyes"
"Whati"
"The faith cure."-Chicago Post.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05
Deem Sen HosffIfffes.

Hlppocampus-What are those two
crabs fighting about?
Starflsh-One of them called the 9th
err a lobster.-Chlcago Tribune.
The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1901-12-05

Here, sir! What do you mean by
talking behind my back?'
Honest, | wuzn't. lady. 1t wuz be-
hind Willie Smiths barn."-New York
Journal.
The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1901-09-24
J b. Drew's Talk.

The trolley company was starting
it's cars as I left Honolulu" said J. H.
Drew at the Knutsford yesterday. mo,
the natives are not paralyzed at Amer
lean innovations; they are accommo-
dating themselves to the change. We
have heterogeneous population, with
many Japs and Europeans; but the
Territory of Hawaii is now as we'll
conducted as New Mexico or Arizona.
There is no factional trouble from any
source. Salt Lake Tribune.
The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1901-09-24
LETTER LIST

Graham, Jack c
Hancock, A J
Hancock, c M
Hasrrison, T
Harris, S j
Horner, Mrs Sadie
Holloway, NJ E
HOLSTER, Geo
Hughes, w H
Hubbard, w N
Hall, Nellie
Jones, II NJ
Jooven, Rev j w
Jones, Miss NJ
Juel, Mrs A
Jensen, Mrs Capt
j H p
Kane, VIM J
Krieg, D P
Larwe, VIM
Long, L G.
Luke, Arthur
Lundahl, C r
Lyon, F M
Martens, Ernst
Martins, Miss Ida
Marks, Mrs F
Martin, John
Martin, c S
Martin, G w
Manson, r
MentO, Miss
Morris-Reade H L
Miller, John
Miller, Mrs A M
Miller, Mrs L J
McMullin, Mrs
Hugh
McGoodwin, Miss
Lulie
Paxton, John
. Peterson, Ernst
Peterson, Albert
Peterson,O
Piggott, Miss May
Porter, William
Poison, Mrs Lizzie
Reichenberg, F l.
Rivenburgh, Mrs
Melissa A
Ringrose, Jas
: Robinson, Harry
w
Robinson, Mrs ]
w
Roberts, c J
Seward, Joseph
Siemsen, Geo K
Sien1sen, George
Shaw, S L
Simonds, S G
Smith, Ed Gulstan
Smith, Mrs Emma
Smith, Chas H D
Sparks, Edward
Schneider, G A
Stone, E K
Steward, JOS
TaylOr d
Tribble, A S
Treisberg, iona
than
Thompson, G
Thompson, Miss M
Tucker, J M
: Underwood, Mrs
E r
Warner, Mrs Gym
thia
Walters, Harry
Walsh, David
Weir, Mrs Minnie
Vessels, Geo
White, Harry L
Young, 7 II
Yule, Mrs Paul
Zimmerman, Mrs
Ziegler
Advertised" letter,
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pnCtnpaS sa'