Year: 1874

for some time, and when he mentioned the


fact at the drug store, Mr.. Squills said he


could easily clean it out by exploding lit


tie powder in the fireplace. The idea


seemed to Pitman to be good one, and he


bought almost ten pounds of powder in Or


der to do the work thoroughly at the first


blast. The men were busy grayelling his


roof that day, and just as the Judge was


about to touch off the charge workman


named Snyder leaned over the top Of the


chimney to call to the man below to send


up some more tar. Then the Judge lit tie


slow match. The view which met the eve


OF Mr.. Snyder as he went up was fine one


embracing as it did Cape May and Omaha


and Constantinople and Baltimore and the


Sandwich Islands, and when he got enough


OF drinking in the scenery he came down in


the river apparently with the intention of


exploring the bottom. When he was fshed


out he was glad to learn not only that the


Judges chimney was thoroughly clean, but


that it would need about four cart loads Of


bricks to repair damages. After this the
| Judge will clean his f1ues with brush fas


tened to clothes prop


see paragraph going around telling of


girl who fell out of window while lis
tening to serenade. This reminds us of
Peter Lambs adventure down our way
year or two ago. He was serenading one
n ho rr,p ol,o


out Of the window, with the shutters bowed
so that he could not see her, Lambs little
tune contained one high note, and he
struck it so suddenly and with such terrific
force, that it made her jump She lost her
foothold, fell out, and described half SOM
ersault, one foot hitting Mr. Lamb squarely
in the face, and the other smashing in the
top of his guitar. Simply calculating
"Gosh"' he leaped up from the gutter and
fled, under the impression that old Metcalf |
had thrown a bedstead at him, while Lu-
cretia picked the cat-gut and bass-wood |
from her toes, twisted up her back hair and |
went into the house. Lamb stopped visit
ing her, and last year he married the widow
Jones who has four children and a cowlick. |


Shakespeare, you will remember, says that
:" The morning cock crew loud" I do not !
know that the divine bard intended this re-
mark to refer especially to Cooley's rooster,
but it fits him with singular exactness. I
do not know what the breed was-B1aclz
Spanish, | believe,-but he was the most
animated, earnest, whole-souled and yehe-
ment rooster anywhere around. He turn
ed out earlier and crowed louder than any
other rooster in the State of Delaware. He
could crow oftener in a minute,-he could
hold on the last note longer, and begin
again quicker than any other BARNARD
fowl; and he would often wake up IN the
night and emit half a dozen xoeiferous
screeches in order to make sure that he had
not lost his voice since sunset. When he
began to run up the scale in the morning,
he soon had every other rooster within tep |
miles hard at work, and used to lie abed
listening to the vocal contest, and observing
how Cooley's bild always got more noise
out Of his larnyx than any four ofhis competi-
tors. | shouldn't have minded it if he had
been a little farther off and slept later.
But when [ live alongside of a rooster that
is an early riser and has a voice that is a
coffee mill, the matter becomes serious. It
was useless to complain to Cooley about the
chicken. He owed me grudge for bang
ing his balloon to slithers. So, in self-de-
fense, procured about dozen small tor
pedoes and pasted them carefully over with
flour. Then I strewed them on bed in
my garden wherever the bird was wont to
disport himself in the early morning. He
crowed good deal that morning before
came down, but toward breakfast time
noticed that his voice was somewhat soft
ened, and his vocal exercises less frequent.
When l went out [ found him standing
upon one leg, looking abjectly miserable
moving his head from right to left as if he
had something on his mind; and observed
that the torpedoes had disappeared. |
moved toward him with the intention of
jamming him against something, when he
suddenly attempted to jump over the fence.
He fell short and struck the post. There
was an explosion, and the rooster-oh!
where was he? A couple of drumsticks
were found by somebody ont in the turn
pike, and stray gizzard was picked up in
the graveyard, while few bloody feathers
were scattered over Cooley asparagus bed;
and that was all that was ever known about
it. When this meets Cooley's eye lie viii
understand why that rooster disappeared,
and he had better take the news calmly.
No Spanish rooster shall interfere with my
rights as an American citizen.


An INDIAN Pony ExPREss.-I is won
derful how rapidly news is transmitted
among the Indians, and it is i'll the accom-
plishment of this work that they show the