SAVED FROM THE BLOW.

Bruce Herald, Volume XXX, Issue 3100, 19 September 1899, Page 6

SAVED FROM THE BLOW.

ffh« Cyclone Cam«,Jt»>t llie^yQMasiMrMr*^,;^ ried Man Diji jpfat^Risv-^j/ j- - >7 oil ' J'.Yeß, sir, V began t^e^maiJjiWJ^jiie^^. pty on Mb left optio, "I have J went' ri .^ 'through most kinds of disaster know a Ho the human mind. iSbipwraeked three! times, and sayed^by. tbe/sklii iptjMy^.,^ Jeetb ; blqwed ,up once in a sawmilL in, ~ ,; -Maine and oume down astraddla/oi ibe , P ', Viler, 'hot to getting 'injr foot" "'; caught into sassige machine out In Chi- *' Isago. But the darnedest sqatak «ver I 'had was with a cyclone in KauMW 'long - C 4n 1888." j- „. .-i ■. . • -,•-, ■ .-:: -^-/...cj — "Tell, us about it," said the man 0 with the peaohstone watch charm. . jji;^ ■// " 'Twas |bont two weeks affcar I war: ? .i ried Sally Bowen. She had baked a pap of riz bisouit fer breakfast, "and I J et " 1 ~" i J three. I wafl setting out on the pla'zzi jmoking my brier wood pipe when' - Ji!^ "what's T see in tbe distance coining 'xtp --^ the trail bnt a whirling and wbiazing • v = that was pulling up telegraph poles,etcetera, as it passed. It's a oyclone,. -.- says I, and sauntered out to the gate , : : bo's to get nigh, enough to pull a bit off the critter for a souvenier as it whizzed , by. Dnrn me if that oyolone didn't blow clean over me, tip over the barn, cave in the sod house with the piazzi ; '' on to the roof, bury Sal so deep that we never was able to dig her oat and then disappear over the Missouri line. Ofe',"' it waa tough luok trying to live In Kan- r •as thoae days, I tell you." J vi "I think as how that's a fak* yarnr" : < began he of the peach -stone, -"ieriiow - -■■ in Sam Hill oould a oyolone whisk away .... all your personal an real estate an skip you unharmed, fer you don't look as if ... : ,,, yon ever weighed over 102 ppunds fn ."" " your life? It don't jest sounot reasonable." : - : " : i: -; 1 ■-'••■-■■- ' [ "I have sometimes thought, " replied ; '■_■ the man with the sty, <l though I never - was mean enough to say it right out, eeein as how Sal is dead an gone, hut I : have sometimes opined it was, on ac- ; count of those riz bisouit I had far breakfast. She had never rightly learned how to bake, and they sort of lay heavy on my fittxmmiok." — New York Journal The War Is On. -j "Spain has been whipped oaten h or boots about every night fur the lust two weeks," reports the unconscious humorist from Pinestump Junotion. "You orter see them boys down to the Corners. Hank Timertby prgernized what he calls the Maine Avengers, and when they're sot drillin they're meetin mostly at Billy Smith's plaoe. A young feller what says he uster teaofa school has made a charcoal map of Havanar on the oeilin, and there them chumps sets with their eyes rolled up like a dyin calf, a-studyin the sityation. They've bombarded the town from five different pints on five different nights, an every pop they've knocked it all ter pieoea. Hank's writ the gover'ment at Madrid fur to hedge the best it kin and says he's just as lierable to go over there and blow a few oastles inter the air as not. While Chubby Hayloft wer' walkin round j^udyin that there map tba other night he fell over a houn' dog belongin ter Ras Jones and broke a arm. He ie the fist one of the Avengers that has been wounded, and the boys is goia to git him a penshing. " — Detroit Free Press.