Local News From the Saturday July 20, 1878

Adams County Press




Transcribed by Robert Schieber




Local Brevities

Charley CAVANAUGH brings in the sample wheat this week from the town of Lincoln large enough to bust anything 
outside of Adams county.
A correspondent says Adams county is "looking up to outsiders."  It's doing better than that, it's giving our 
home folks gladness all around.
A large part of the rye in this county will be cut this week, and the crop is a most bountiful one, and of the 
best quality.
Winter wheat will do to cut next week, and the sight of the grain as it now stands, is grand in its wealth of 
golden beauty.
Mr. Ethan ALLEN, of this town brought into our office a few days since some onion stalks over four feet in length 
with a profusion of young sets at the top.
Charley CAVANAUGH brought a stalk of clover, just beginning to blossom and measuring 3 ¼ feet in length, into our 
office this week.  Charley has a big field that will average about the same.

Mrs. A. H. CARTER, of Woodbury, Iowa, is visiting her parents, Mr. and Mrs. CROSBY of this place.  Mrs. CARTER's 
many friends are enjoying a revival of old-time friendships and associations.

In the game of base ball at Easton, last Saturday, between the Nonpareils of that place and the Sand Burs of 
Friendship, the latter got "badly waxed." It's all owing to the immaturity of the Sand Burs.  By-and-by, perhaps, 
when they get riper, they can manage to "stick" to the balls and trouble the Nonpareils some.

This is just glorious corn weather, and with the abundance of rain and warmth, that crop promises to be the biggest 
ever harvested in this section; whereat the face of the granger wreathes in smiles.

Mr. Jonathan AYERS, living just over the line in the corner of Marquette county, had two valuable cows killed by 
lightening recently.

We wish to remind correspondents that "brevity is the soul of wit," and that to gain insertion in the columns of 
the Press, their communications must be brief, or else of more than ordinary interest.

Miss Fanny PERKINS returned from Princeton last week and will remain at home for a few weeks.

The ladies of Easton gave a picnic supper to the two base ball clubs-the Nonpariels and the Sand Burs-that played 
there last Saturday, and a nice thing it was, too.  The ladies of Easton know how to do a thing of that kind up 
in the best style.

Public Documents.-We are under great obligation to Senator HOWE for very important public documents.

Sun Stroke.-From Mr. W. WOOCK we learn that Eberhard ERICKSON was the victim of a sun stroke on Tuesday last.  The 
effect was very severe but did not prove fatal.  Mr. ERICKSON resides near Arkdale.

The following sentiments or toasts offered by Mr. RUSSELL at the Big Spring celebration of the Fourth, were unavoidably 
crowded from our columns in giving an account of the proceedings last week:   
     "It is true that a lie can outrun the truth: it is also true that it runs with its eyes closed, and is sure to 
     fall into the ditch."   
     "This world is full of beauty and ought to be full of love."

The following remarks were made by Rev. James McCHESNEY, an old pioneer resident of Prospect Park, Illinois, at a 
friendly gathering of relatives at his house on Tuesday, June 4th, 1878, his eighty-first birth-day.  Mr. McCHESNEY 
is father of Rev. J. H. McCHESNEY, of New Chester, in this county:
	It may be expected by some, that as I have this day crossed the line of four score years, which so few of frail 
	humanity ever reach, that I should have a word or two to say.  But what is this life?  Is it not truly like a 
	vapor appearing for a little moment?  Some may think eighty years a long journey, but I see that it soon vanishes 
	away.  Here we encounter storm after storm, and penitent tears must needs be mingled with our cup of joy and gladness 
	at every point.
	Now, over fifty-four years have performed their onward march since the youthful, sprightly Matilda captured my 
	attention, and we united our destinies, and through the turmoils of life we have thus pressed our way toward the 
	final mark, as best we could.  You all know that it is the common lot of our race, that amidst the conflicts of 
	this life human nature must be well tested; from this the world provides no escape, but often effaces those youthful 
	emotions that attracted parties thus together, and (in weakness), love, more or less, sometimes becomes lukewarm.  
	However, in our case, be this as it may; yet, if we both live to the 4th of April next, which will make our fifty-sixth 
	weeding day as well as my better half's birth day, if health will permit, we will call up this consideration again in 
	grand style.
	But there is another important matter which holds all our powers in captivity and leaves this and every other 
	consideration in the background.  It is that final consummation, in view of which old Simeon in the Temple was so 
	captivated while he held the Infant Saviour in his arms.  He was then ready to depart in peace after beholding the 
	great Salvation which God had thus prepared before the face of all people, "A light to lighten the Gentiles and the 
	glory of His people Israel."  Thus we long to behold this mighty conqueror on the throne of his Father David, performing 
	the mercy promised to the fathers and accomplishing the holy and everlasting covenant, in the fullness of the oath which 
	he swore to our Father Abraham, "the manifestation of the son's God," the universal triumph of His everlasting Kingdom; 
	the government of Love, Life, Truth and Righteousness.


A Week in Kilbourn City
Correspondence of the Adams County Press
White Creek, July 1st, 1878
	Editor of Press:  It was my intention to write you at once upon by return from Kilbourn, but what housewife was ever 
	absent from home a week who did not find upon her return that her cares had doubled during her absence?
	I found Kilbourn more lively than I had anticipated, considering the general depression in money matters and the busy 
	season with the farmers.
	Considerable excitement was prevailing in consequence of the burning of the steamer Dell Queen, which occurred Sunday 
	night before my arrival; but men were already at work on the hull of the new boat, determined that he Dell Queen should, 
	Phoenix like, rise from its ashes.  That the burning was the work of an incendiary there is not a shadow of doubt; yet 
	the captain may congratulate himself upon having many friends, even though he has a few enemies.
	The hotels I visited seem to be doing a good business, considering the times.  A call at the American House convinced 
	me that the proprietor thereof deserves a better building than the old rickety one he now occupies.  A table is set fit 
	for a first class hotel, and at half price.  The hostess is a daughter of D. M. HATCH, of Big Spring, a lady of culture 
	and natural refinement, who knows just how to treat her guests in that genial and hospitable manner so well relished by 
	the traveling public.
	Notwithstanding the neatness and precision with which the Finch House is kept, honest, "Dick" of the Farmer's House will 
	continue to draw a large share of the custom.  Genial, kindhearted, and generous to a fault, altogether too much so for 
	his financial benefit, but greatly to the satisfaction of tramps and loungers.
	Glen Cottage looks inviting to excursionists, standing as it does away from the thoroughfare and bustle of the city, and 
	surrounded by scenery unrivalled in beauty or romance.  One could wish to live always in sight of those lofty rocks, or 
	linger beneath the shade of those grand old trees.
	In company with my old friend and school mate, M. A. RUBLEE, his pretty wife, five years old daughter, and the two young 
	HUNGERFORDS, (brothers of Mrs. R.,) I visited the famous Dells of the Wisconsin.  The trip was made expressly for my 
	benefit, and by the great beads of sweat that stood on the boys' foreheads as the persistently rowed up stream, and the 
	blistered hands they showed after we reached "the canyon," I think they must have wished me anywhere but in Kilbourn.  
	It is needless for me to go into a detailed account of what I saw at the Dells, for their description has become as 
	familiar to the readers of the Press as was to me the  the long row of pumpkin pies in my mother's cellar during the 
	autumn time.
	My mother!  What thronging memories come with the mention of that name and title!  Passed beyond the visible margin, 
	yet she still lives in all that perpetuates the remembrance of the good and true.
	In viewing this stupendous work of Nature-the Dells-one cannot fail to see the hand of the Great Architect, who makes 
	all things lovely and sublime that we might be led "from nature up to nature's God."
	I left "the jug" with a sigh of regret that I was not able to convert all whisky jugs in America into models of that 
	broken jug of nature.
	On the day of the show I met in the forenoon an old neighbor whom I had known to be a gentleman of polish and refinement; 
	in the afternoon he was reduced to the level of the common rowdy; profane and obscene;--and as I looked at him I thought 
	how many hearts would ache that night-thought of the tears that would be shed over drunken fathers, husbands and sons.
	To all who have fallen, from whatever cause, I would extend a helping hand; would take the arm of the man in the gutter, 
	if I thought by so doing I could lead him into the paths of temperance and right, even though every fluttering leaf of 
	society, every branch of the church popular, cried out against me.  
	"To err is human-to forgive divine."  Let us not judge others from our present standpoint, for the tempter comes in an 
	unguarded hour.  Let us pray that charity that reaches out to all mankind, most especially to those who are on the down 
	hill side.
	Among old familiar faces in Kilbourn I was glad to see one person, whom I can truthfully say I never saw sober, 
	redeemed-brought from the lowest depths of intemperance up into the glorious light of liberty;--freed from the chains 
	that hound him-saved through the workings of the Temple of Honor.
	I found here that Adams county begins to have a better name abroad than formerly; and if we only had a few more strong, 
	positive, aggressive farmers like George RIBENACK, with money to back their ambition, Adams county would soon redeem 
	herself from the stigma of past years.
	I told the people that ours was the best county paper in the State, and was unable to get up an argument, as all seemed 
	inclined to my belief.
	I found all old acquaintances glad to know that G. B. BACON was again at the old stand in White Creek, and those who had 
	visited him since his return said it was a treat to see George's familiar countenance once more in the old place.  More 
	anon.
      	Amanda C. DEWING

We have omitted much that was interesting in Mrs. DEWING's letter because of the limited room we have for home matters.  
Correspondence is solicited from all parts of the county in reference to crops, fine stock, the general prosperity of various 
localities, and all that would interest the home reader.  But let our friends be brief.

Sad Bereavement.-Only a few days ago we published a notice of the marriage of Miss Alta PIERCE, on the 4th of June, daughter 
of H. B. PIERCE of Moline, Illinois, and niece of the editor of the Press, to Mr. Willie HINES.  To-day we have to chronicle 
her death.  To her many friends and acquaintances in this place, where the family formerly resided, this will be sad news 
indeed.  She died on the first of this month, only a little more than three weeks subsequent to her marriage, of consumption.  
In health, this young couple had plighted themselves, and fixed hopefully the day for marriage.  The day came, and the promises 
given in health were kept, even while she lay weak and pale, counting the hours until death should come to separate them in 
this world forever.

Legal Advertisements
Summons for Money Demand
State of Wisconsin-Circuit Court for Adams County
Henry B. KOHN, Fanny A. KOHN, Morris KOHN, and Max WINEMAN, copartners under the firm name and style of KOHN, WINEMAN & Co., 
plaintiffs,
Against John N. LANG, defendant
To the above named defendant, John N LANG:
You are hereby summoned and required to answer the complaint of the above-named plaintiffs in this action, a copy of which 
will be filed in the office of the Clerk of said Court at Friendship, in said county, and to serve a copy of your answer 
to said complaint on the subscriber, at this office in the village of Friendship, Adams county, State of Wisconsin, within 
twenty days after the service hereof upon you, exclusive of the day of such service, and if you fail to answer the said 
complaint within the time afore said, the plaintiffs will take judgment against you for the sum of twelve hundred dollars, 
with interest from March 13th, 1878, and costs.         
	S. W. PIERCE, Plaintiffs' Attorney
	Dated, May 13th, 1878
To John N. LANG, the defendant named in the foregoing summons:
	You are hereby notified that the complaint in the above entitled action was duly filed in the office of the Clerk 
of the Circuit Court for Adams county, in the village of Friendship, in said county, and State of Wisconsin, on the 17th 
day of July, 1878.
	S. W. PIERCE, Plaintiffs' Att'y, July 17, 1878

 
         

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