The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1913-07-24
SWAN.WHITTEN-BlCKFORO co.
equally ardent in his diversions.

No man ever lived here who thought
less of what is usually denominated "po-
sition'' or shrunk more sensitively from
official responsibility. He had been here
but few years when meeting of the
west-side militia, in whose ranks he was
enrolled, was held for the election OF Of
ficers. On counting the votes it was as
certained that he was elected Captain.
"What?" he exclaimed when the an
nouncement was made, What? me cap
tain Who in - ever heard of a Cap
tain Angler! l wont BEL
He was a man of rather impetuous
temperament and when excited was
prone to indulge in language more forci-
BILE than he ordinarily used; more SO
to give force and energy to his utter
ances 1t might have grated harshly on
the ears of some; not so with those who
knew him we'll, and knew that, to use
the homely adage, "his bark was worse
than his bite While on journey to
the eastward his attention was attracted
to a COW feeding by the roadside to which
he took sudden fancy; he bought her
and sent her home by packet. A few
days after her arrival she strayed from
the pasture in which she was kept. At
ter an Intellectual search for her through
the village he despatched one Hamilton
the next morning to hunt for her. H..
was not distinguished for power of intel
lect or celebrity of movement. AS the
day wore on and he did not make his ap-
pearance Mr.. Angler grew exceedingly
nervous pacing the platform in front of
his store, back and forth, until he was
almost at fever heat. Endurance had al
most ceased to be virtue when just be-
fore sunset H. made his appearance,
slowly descending Fields Hill, his usual
companions, three dogs, at his heels. AS
soon as he came within hailing distance
Mr.. Angler screamed to him at the top
of his voice, "Wheres the cow?'' H.
stopped in his tracks and screamed back,
Squire, what color is your cow"
blue, by -n' was the reply yelled
back. blue, like Anglers COW" be-
came by-word which even to this day is
heard in our streets.
1t is not to be inferred from the fore
going that Mr.. Angler was at all times
impetuous; numerous instances are re-
membered when all around him were in a
high state of excitement and he was cool
and elfpossessed. He had at one time
a favorite horse which he purchased down
east. He was driving down Main street,
crowded with ORLEANS, when the horse
dashed wildly through and among the
teams and concluded the performance by
overturning the sleigh and scattering its
fragments in every direction. Mr.. A.
fortunately retained possession Of the
reins; an excited crowd gathered about
the wreck; he was the only one who was
cool and collected. "Well," said he, ad-
dressing the horse, "you'v done it now,
haven't you? Do you know what I'll do
with you? III send you back to Mirami-
chir'
Although not man Of quiet tempera-
ment he possessed large fund of quiet
humor; many amusing anecdotes are re-
membered of him in this connection; one
must suffice. A dancing school was an
unknown institution here until several
years after the commencement of this
century. The first one was kept by a
N. H.; the second and third teachers
came from the same place; it seemed as
If Peterboro was destined to be the
source from which all our dancing-mas-
tiers for successive generations were to
be derived. When the first elephant
ever here was exhibited her keeper was
accustomed to put her through clumsy
performance which he called dancing.
He was engaged in that performance
when Mr.. A. went in to look at her.
"What is she doing?" he asked a by
o'oiuoA' OoHClnS, was tne reply.
Dancing, is it," said he. go! see;
come from Peterboro', didn't she!"
1t was not unusual with him to assume
an air of harshness which was altogether
alien to his nature. He contracted one
fall with man to manufacture for him
lot of shingles of certain quality and
dimensions for special purpose and
paid for them in advance. The day came
and passed when by the terms of the
contract the shingles were to be deliver
ed at his store. Several weeks after
wards the man made his appearance but
without the shingles. Mr.. A. began to
upbraid him in the severest language for
dishonesty in not fulfilling his contract
esquire" said the man as soon as he
found chance to put in a word, II didn't
mean to cheat you; I'll show you why
havn't made your shingles -and began
taking off bandage after bandage from
his right hand until it was fully exposed,
fearfully swollen, the flesh nearly gone
from the thumb-the bare bone sticking
out-a most pitiable sight. - -"
exclaimed Mr.. A.; "d-n the shingles!