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HYDROPHOBIA.
Tlio Queer AntlCH of n Lot of C7ilckcns
Thnt Wore JUltou by n Mud JJok.
Fanner Barker is a groat lovor of an
imals, says The Philadelphia News, and
in addition to tho bob-tailed quadruped
that helps to drag an antiquated plow
share in summer and a bob-sled in win
tor, ho is the owner of two goats, a cow,
throo black-a'nd-tan torriers, a gaunt
hound whoso pedigree is not much lon
ger than his abbreviated tail. This
hound has since puppyhood boon ad
dicted to wandering aoout the surround
ing country, and his reputation for
peacoablo behavior toward sheep has al
ways boon bad. On the fifteenth of last
month tho dog was chased out of
Maine's potato patch on tho plank road,
and it was observed then that tho ani
mal was frothing at tho mouth and
snapping, not only at passers-by, but
at overy obstacle in its path.
Nothing particular was thought of
this at the time, but on tho day follow
ing tho dog dashed into Barker's back
jrard with moodshot eyes, foamed fleck
ed jowls, and a howl that could bo heard
for a quartor of a mile. Old man Bar
ker picked up a stake and tried to drive
tho animal into its kennel, but the beast
refused to obey, and ran wildly around
the yard in a circle until it fell exhaust
ed against the pailing fonce. Mr. Bar
ker js not a particularly well-read man,
but ho surmised that tho dog was mad,
and ho so informed his wife, two grown
sons, and a couple of small children.
As a consequence the house was instant
ly barricaded and a council of war held.
It was decided that the best thing to do
would be to shoot the dog with an old
i-iny musket that had lain in the garret
unco tho capture of Richmond. By
tho time the gun had been brought
lown stairs, oiled, and loaded, the
maddoned animal had recovered, and
was dashing blindly around tho yard
again.
v-
A window was ' lifted, aim was
la ken, and tho trigger pullod. There
was a terrific explosion, and one of the
Barker boys was thrown on his back.
A great squawking in the. chicken coop
followed the firing of the musket, and
twenty or thirty of the frightened birds
flew over the fence.
The dog did not appear to notice
them, but Kept galloping on, snapping
at everything within roach. Tho chick
ens could not get out of his way, and
at least half a dozen of them were
killed within five minutes. Tho rest
were mangled badly, but as the dog's
second paroxysm ended in another fit
of exhaustion, "they had a chance to
huddle together long enough to permit
one of tho Barker boys to come out of
the houso and club the mad dog to
death.
The Barkor family being vory matter-of-fact
people, there was not much sen
timout wasted either upon tho dead
hound or the dead chickens. The lat
ter was plucked, drawn, and made into
chickon pot-pie, and the former was
buried at tho foot of a grapevine. The
injured chickens were driven back to
their coop, and tho Barker family re
tired to bed without any other thought
iimn cuicKon ior oroakiast. in a week
thought of again had not a most re
markablo phenomenon occurred.
About fivo o'clock last Saturday after
noon there was a groat commotion in
tho chicken-yard. Two gray pullets
were discovered flying blindly about,
upsetting meal-pans, water-troughs,
id playing old scratch generally.
Vory littlo attoution was paid to this at
first, but it kopt up so long that MrsT"
Barker went to see if a fox had gotten
into the coop. No fox was found, but
the two pullets had been re
inforcod by a matronly yellow hen
and throo half-grown cocks. All of
them woro squaking and flying and
running about the yard liko mad. Mrs.
Larkor called for her boys, and they
oamo from tho houso to enjoy tho sing
ular spectaolo. By that tune every
chickon in tho yard was in a most re
markable, stato of oxoitement. Somo
woro lyinp; on their backs Happing their
-wingg; otners were fighting imaginary
foes, and others again woro seemingly
hout on dashing out their brains against
tho fonco. Aftor awhilo all tho chick
ens, except two of tho cocks and ono
of tho gray pullets, quieted down.
Those oxcitod fowls continued to roll
about in tho sand and give utterance to
tho most unohiokonliko crie. 'Their
the whole thing was forgotten, and
would probably never have been
mouths were wide open, liko chickens
with tho pip, and their antics woro so
unnatural as to cause great merriment.
This was kept up all Saturday after
noon, and became noised about tho
neighborhood. Old Teddy Brown drove
all tho way up from Froglown, and on
his way back stopped to tell Dr. E. If.
Shriver, who visited tho houso on Sun
day morning, and after a careful exam
ination gravely announced, that the
chickens woro suflering from hydro
phobia. Although this was scouted by
physicians generally. Dr. Shriver wag
positive that his diagnosis was correct.
A draught of air started the peculiar
antics, and tho fowls refused to drink
water. The strange behavior contin
ued all day Sunday, and on Monday a
number ot persons visited the farm and
were promptly charged 10 cents to sec
tho chickens dance.
A prominent physician was asked
this morning by a reporter whether
such a disease could exist in chickens.
The doctor laughed. "No," said he.
"Hydrophobia could not exist in agran
iyerous animal. It is a malady pecu
liar to omnivorous animals and afl'ects
the carnivora proper more than any
other species. J. can not imagine what
ails those chickens at Barker's. I saw
them yesterday, and I must confess
that 1 never was more astonished or
amused in my life."
1 O l .
About Comets.
Aristotle's idea about comets was
that they were exhalations of foul air
from the earth's surface, which havin
ascended into space could not get be
yond the moon, and eventually, when
the mass became large enough, it took
fire and was consumed.
Tho idea was accepted by the ancients
that they were thd souls of great men
on their way to Jlcaven. The comet
which appeared in 13 B. C. was sup
posed to be the son of Julius Ctesar.
Science investigation has shown that
the theory of. malignant influence will
net stand the test, and statistics prove
that as many catastrophios occur in pe
riods when there is no comet as in oth
er periods when they have been pres
ent. t There have been 600 comets recorded
since the beginning of the Christian era,
those antedating the telescope being
such only as wore visible to ' the nakefl
eye. From three to six comets are
usually discovered each year.
The bright or large comets do not
appear with equal frequency in periods
of centuries, in the sixteenth century
there were twenty-three such; in the
seventeenth twelve; in tho eighteenth
six; in tho nineteenth, thus far, twenty;
so that this century has a fair prospect
of rivaling the sixteenth century.
It is known that the earth has on
more than ono occasion passed through
the tail of a comet, but it was not
known until after the event and no ef
fect noticeable was produced in the
pnssago. The nucleus of the
comets is not more than .00001
diameter of she earth. Prof.
Young.
largest
of tho
G. A.
"What is Marriage?"
Is the startling headline in an ex
change, and to which a writer replies:
We have never been married, but we
have listen od to our married friends
tell their experience, which is just as
good. As a grammatical proposition
"marriage" is a plural number in the
present tense sometimes intense-ly
present and it takes two persons of
opposite sexe.? to form the number.
For about fifteen months aftor the bri
dal "day," marriage resembles a high
stopping pair of boots traveling on
sidewalks made of gold and precious
stones. After that period it is full of
wood .piles, kitchen stoves, cold morn
ings, syrup of squills, rod ilannels and
pins that cannot possibly stick anybody.
Marriage is a stato in which -nothing is
taken for granted and in which morn
ing wrappers and untied shoes abound.
It is a state in which a fellow always
imagines lie married tho wrong girl
and that all tho girls in town save liis
wifo feel sorry for him. A man should
never bo married until ho has arrivod
at tho years of discretion, and he must
always permit his lady-love's mamma
to judgo when ho has reached such a
stato of years. Marriage is also that
stato whero tho wifo threatens to go
homo to her mother every twenty-four
hours, and tho husband devoutly hopes
she wilL, National Weekly.
Didn't Want It.
Sho was a sour-faced, thin-voiced
woman, with an exasperating manner
about her that made salesmen dive un
der tho counter when they saw her
coming. Sho had been traveling Chest-
nut and Market streets all day long
looking for a baby coach. And such a
coach! It must have all tho latest im
provements, besides a lot of other im
provements that had never been in
vented, much less heard of. A patent
brake was indispensable, as well as an
automatic fan to keep tho ilies from
baby's face. Then she wanted a con-'
trivance to start the coach, another ono
to lift it over tho gutters, another to
stop it and a top that would spread out
automatically on sunny days.
After distracting two obliging young
men until their collars wilted, tho
amiable mother llounccd out of a bte
establishment on Chestnut street, and
took an Eighth street car for . Girard
avenue, "because," sho condescended
to explain, "there's a factory up there
where they make such things, and arc
not numskulls like you."
She found the proprietor of the place
a bland young man, with a solemn face
and a stock of trade whoppers on hand
that would astonish a side-showman.
"We'll have to make it to order, mad
am," he said, washing his hands in the
air, "and while we're about it we might
as well add the Jones soother."
"What's that?" asked the woman
who was hunting ingenious baby
coaches. "An arrangement to pat tho baby on
the back every time it cries," was the
reply. "You simply press a button,
and it coddles baby so naturally that
the little darling can't tell the difler
ence between the 'pattic' and its own
mother. At the same time a speaking
tube, placed alongside of the kid's ear,
begins to say Waz zemasser,' or 'Goey
seep, pet,' whichever you may prefer.
A nursing-bottle pops out of a pocket
in the side of the coach, adjusts itself
In baby's mouth, and a metal finger
lucks down the bib, while a wooden
linger tickles it on tho knee. Only ten
dollars extra ma'am, and if you "
"I think you are trying to make fun
of me, sir!" exclaimed the woman, in
dignantly. "1 never heard of such non
sense. I don't want any of your
Doachcs."
"Yes'm," replied the salesman, as
I he lady llounccd out. 'All right, 'm!
I was about to say that we had a spank
ing attachment that has been indorsed
by " but the amiable mother was
out of hearing and making her way as
rapidly as possible for a Fourth street
car before the sentence was finished.
Philadelphia News.
A RICH FAMILY.
Story of the Report.
One day
A newspaper man was heard to say,
''There's a "Washington weddiug not far away."
And then,
When
They figured down all the marrying men,
And sifted them over and tried again,
And could not lind
A bachelor man that way inclined,
Suddenly each despondeut,
Resident
Newspaper correspondent
Shouted: "Tho president!"
Then the I brood
Of reporters
Eagerly issued
From their quarters
And interviewed
The republican court1 ers.
In twenty-four hours, by some moans or other,
They published a column about the girl's
mother,
And two or three columns they got from her
brother.
Some pardonable vaunts
From two of her aunts ;
A chapter of rant
From an old maiden aunt;
And no oud of buzzius
From dozens
Of cousins;
Her teacher,
Her preacher, ,4
Her sisters at home,
Her schoolmate, sweet creature,
Her uncle in Rome;
Her cousin hi Lcaudor,
Her brother-in-law,
Her uncle Lysander,
Her great-grandpapa,
All manner of people sho never thought well
of,
And hundreds of others she never heard tell
of,
Until all thifl great nation just knew all about
it;
Save her and the presidentthey seemed to
doubt it.
Burddtc in Brooklyn Eagle.
.
The man whoso rule of lifo is policy
novor knows tho glow or tho glory of
honest enthusiasm.
The Value ol' tlio Aator Property in
New York.
Looking out of my window last even
ing I saw tho Astor brothers passing
down Twenty-sixth street, writes a
New .York correspondent of The Phila
delphia Times. They were coming
from their business ofllco just below
Broadway, on the street they were tra
versing. Here they have quite a. pre
tentious brick building, which looks
liko a banking house. It is fitted up
liko one. On the inside it has all the
paraphernalia of screens, desks, big
books, and clerks which are so common
in financial establishments. On the
outside of the door there are two brass
signs, one bearing the name of John
J. Astor, the other William W. As tor.
On the inside each of the brothers has
a private oflicc and plenty of clerks to
do tho work. This place is a singular
littlo institution. It wears an air of
repose entirely foreign to a business es
tablishment yet within its walls there
are more transactions of importance
yearly than in many a pretentious
linaneial institution. Tho score or
more of clerks with their big books arc
kept busy looking after the real estate
which belongs to the Astors. It is said
that this establishment collects in rent
als more than a million of dollars a
year. It takes as much time and at
tention to keep track of the property
belonging to this noted family as it
would to conduct an extensive banking
house.
The Astors are not speculators. They
do not go upon the street for business
or invest money in ordinary business
afl'airs. They confine their operations
to real estate. It was the foundation of
their great fortune which was left to
them by tho shrewd and miserly old
parent who made it. John Jacob As
tor, the elder, was a singular old per
son. He labored and saved; all the
mono' he accumulated went into land
and its belongings. The most glowing
business venture could not coax money
out of his pocket. He believed in land
and invested his fortune in it. His life
was anything but a happy one, and his
family do not seem to have improved
much upon it. They live in good shape;
that is about all. They cut no figure in
the general life of the metropolis ex
cept as large property owners and pur
chasers. The two Astors are old men.
William W. is a tall, robust citizen,
near GO, I should think. He has a
round, full face, a little inclined to be
red, and a sandy complexion. His
brother is fully as tall, but not as stout
nor as cheerful looking. Both of them
pass along the street without attract
ing any attention or scarcely a passing
notice.
In dollars and cents I suppose they
arc by far the largest real-estate own
ers in the United States. They are ad
ding to their possessions every day.
Their present ventures, I believe, aro
in the direction of the new property
about Harlem that is just now attract
ing so much attention. Next to the
Vanderbilts I suppose this is the rich
est family in America. How many -millions
they have no one seems to know,
yet in 1860 it was heralded over the
United States that John Jacob Astor
was the richest man in the country. Ho
had a million dollars then. Just think
of the great fortunos that have been
accumulated since. The Vanderbilt
estate is one of these; while old Astor's
investments, once thought to be worth
a million, must by this time have grown
to a hundred millions. The fortune he
loft to his family is one of the very few
in New York that has been kept intact
and built upon by the increase in the
value of houses and lands.
Tho bleak, craggy mountain Tacamo,
in Chiapas, Mexico, has been covered
with clouds for nearly two weeks, and
at intervals a subterranean rumbling
has been heard, and earthquakes havo
been felt. As it is thought to bo a
sleeping volcano, though it has not
awakened within the memory of man,
tho people aro very much alarmed.
A 3-.year-old youngster near Appo
mattox, Dakota, was lost, and after a
search of twenty-four hours was found
near his homo in a badger's holo, into
which ho had slipped feet foremost,
and which was deep enough to quite
conceal him. J

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