|LAST May Sheriff Boswell received a postal card from a man up near
Fort McKinney, describing a pair of horses that had just been stolen
and asking that Mr. Boswell would keep his eye peeled for the thief and
arrest him on sight.
Last week the sheriff discovered the identical team with color, brands
and everything to correspond. He told the driver that he would have
to turn over that team and come along to the bastile. The man stoutly
protested his innocence and claimed that he owned the team, but Boswell
laughed him to scorn and said he often got such games of talk as that
when he arrested horse thieves.
Just as they were going down into the damp corridors, Judge Blair met
the criminal, recognized him at once and called him by name. It seems
that he was the man who had originally written Boswell, and having found
his horses he had neglected to inform him. Thus, when he came to town
four months afterward, he got snatched. You not only have to call the
officer's attention to a larceny in this country, but it is absolutely
necessary that you call off the sleuth hound of eternal justice when
you have found the property, or you will be gathered in unless you can
identify yourself. Boswell's initials are N. K., and now the boys call
him Nemesis K. Boswell.
|THE London _Lancet_ upsets the popular theory that abundant hair is
a sign of bodily or mental strength. The fact is, it says, that
notwithstanding the Samson precedent, the Chinese, who are the most
enduring of all races, are mostly bald; and as to the supposition that
long and thick hair is a sign of intellectuality, all antiquity, all
madhouses and all common observation are against it. The easily-wheedled
Esau was hairy. The mighty Caesar was bald. Long haired men are
generally weak and fanatical, and men with scant hair are the
philosophers, and soldiers, and statesmen, of the world. Oscar Wilde,
Theodore Tilton, and others of the long-haired fraternity, should read
these statements with soulful and heart-yearning delight.
Will the editor of the _Lancet_ please step over to the saloon, opposite
the royal palace, and take something at our expense? Pard, we shake
with you. Count us in also. Reckon us along with Cæsar, and Elijah, and
Aristotle, please. Though young, we can show more polished intellect to
the superficial foot than many who have lived longer than we have.
Will the editor of the _Lancet_ please put our name on his list of
subscribers and send the bill to us? What we want is a good, live paper
that knows something, and isn't afraid to say it.
|WE were pained to see a large mule brought into town yesterday with
his side worn away until it looked very thin. It looked as though the
pensive mule had laid down to think over his past life, and being in the
company of seven other able-bodied mules, all of whom were attached to a
government freight wagon going down a mountain, this, particular animal,
while wrapped in a brown study, had been pulled several miles with so
much unction, as it were, that when the train stopped it was found that
this large and highly accomplished mule had worn his side off so thin
that you could see his inmost thoughts.