Saturday news. (Watertown, S.D.) 19??-19??, 1915-01-14
$ warn weak al this writing.

Mr.. Wick had quite al accident on
Tuesday. His team became frighten-
ed at a passing auto and jumped into
the ditch near the Zene Tobey farm.
The wagon was 80 badly broken that
Mr.. Wick had TO borrow a wagon from
the Tobey farm and load his load On
1t before going on to town. Miss
Anna and a little boy were with him,
The Ladies Aid met with Mrs. Sam
Dean Thursday. Quite a lumber OF
ladies were present and were busy
with the work they are doing, The
Socity will meet with Mrs. John
Molln January 21st.
That poesy Is not dead in Richland
we have recent evidense of a decided
natre. While it seems we will not
be allowed to adorD our humble col.
umn in the Saturday News with this
musing, yet this In no wise Is proof
1t existeth not III our midst. Once a
man, a brave man land indeed he was
brave and alfred cooD by the name
Of George Nidiver hunted the mighty
grizzly of the Rockies, beside of the
which same bear the jackrabbit COM
pares like a morning shower to a cy-
clone, or a bedbug to a bumblebee,
and this man Nidiver did a very
brave and heroic thing, and poetry
honors his name with it's SONG and
genius, and it Is well. Richland
poesy also, in it's late outburst of song
has to do with mighty hunters-two
young, strong, daring hunters from
Watertown, S. d. Arising one morn
ing on a recent date at an early hour,
putting on their hunting toys, taking
a little Of the nourishing elements,
and buckling on knives, pistols and
firearms. they left the city and, with,
out guido or compass. they struck
boldly out for the west. Passing
over the great South Dakota Central
railroad, likewise the little Northern,
they crossed the mighty Sioux, out
over the terrible quackgrass; over
hills, through belts of corn stalks
and timber, through cosmos piled
deep with winter SHOWS; through the
Mocky mountains (by Tobey's),
through the ice and snow across the
great Kampeska out by the beautiful
Yahota and Ed. Hildebrandt's farm,
and, weary, footsore and hungry they
pushed braYely onward in quest of
the noble jack until they at last, al
most exhausted and famished, came
to the home of a certain George Croft
whore they found shelter, rest and
food and the good woman and her
daughter. Ruth nursed them back
to what they had been when they
started.
The bravest and mightiest Of these
Two was III David, the other a friend
"a felloW huntsman. Alas, Their
hereism. the long tramp, the danger
the suffering had been In vain
mo skin of We jackal or fox or
weasel, etc, no carcass Of the noble
.iarkrabbit hung at their belt or trail.
ed its red behind. John Reintsrna
they were sure no good because
the said j. Rabbits came and sat be.
for his kitchen door nearly every day
Tc crown bravery and sturdy, heroic
dgrihg and suffering Of this unSafai
leled trip with cruel disaster those
SONS OF men missed the train on their
return and had to-well, We forget
the rest. But Richland poesy Tin It's
present illdmtnation) has to do with
these mighty hunters. We much res
gret We are not permitted to print:
the lines as they have been written.
but the authorizations, we say4A
knowing the people OF this commur.;
ity are not much given to perusing
the sublime works or the immortal
Bill Shakespeare, Jno. Milton, Danta's
Inferno, Holy Writo or .Hostettefss Al.
flailac, deemed them iii no position
comprehend the Efnnersonfan meter
of the c~ompositioh, and SO refused rs
lake any chances. Apropo we trust
The same hunters and the bards will
lake no offensA at his sublime effort
because III we fall in our part, lay
i to had and not to heart