HISTORY OF CLAY COUNTY                      531

safety, then brought out again next day, and so on until the owner of the
goods makes his appearance at the place of dumping alongside the track.
From this method of doing business the company suffered quite a loss a
few days ago. Some one ordered a sack of roasting-ears from Terre
Haute, which was brought out and dumped in strict conformity to the
daily usage. The owner did not call before the train returned from the
“Y,” and the conductor came upon the ground just in time to wrest the
sack, minus the corn, from a sow and pigs, the “ears” having been
devoured without the “roasting.” The one who ordered it can not now
be found and there is a deficit of twenty-five cents in the conductor’s
returns, which do not tally with the freight bills.”
    At about the same time a resident of Bowling Green, when at Terre
Haute, bought a barrel of hominy, to be shipped to Saline City. The
hominy was delivered on board the car at Terre Haute and the purchaser
so notified. Repeated calls for it were made at Saline City, but it was not
forthcoming. However, the railroad management claimed that it had
been brought out and delivered. Not until the lapse of about three
months did the purchaser get any trace of it, when, from the mere cir-
cumstance of his passing through an annex, or rear room, of one of the
business houses of the town, he espied the barrel in a back corner.

                    Angling on Main Street.
    It is within the recollection of many Brazilians, that prior to the
improvement of Main street by paving, this thoroughfare was practically
impassable, at times in early spring, because of the depth of the mud.
As it was about all a horse could do to wade through the mire unbur-
dened, loaded wagons were frequently “stuck.” Because of a dip, or
depression, in the street level, a little west of Walnut street crossing,
there was always a pool of water there after a heavy rain-fall, from the
lack of a system of sufficient drainage, which was released only by the
natural processes of absorption and evaporation. Many were the uncom-
plimentary criticisms offered and the jokes perpetrated at the expense of
the city government because of this “eyesore,” to which the climax was
a most appreciable burlesque, that provoked at least a smile, if not a
spasm of downright laughter, on the part of even the most stolid. Fol-
lowing a heavy rain by night, which filled this pond to overflowing, some
one more thoughtful than the average Brazilian, giving vent to a tinge
of sarcasm, either after all had retired or at the dawn of morning twilight,
unobserved baited and set three fish-hooks on the north side, fastening
the ends of the rods securely in the soft earth on the margin, after the
manner of the patient angler along the banks of the stream, who then
awaits results. This was a novel sight, never before witnessed on Main
street in the city of Brazil, of which even the professional angler had not
dreamed during the previous night. So obvious was the hit that, by com-
mon consent, the tackle was unmolested and left in position all through
the day, that the entire population might have the opportunity to observe
and meditate upon the scene.

                    Time and Tide Wait for No One.
    Of the sixty men, comprising thirty delegates, twenty central com-
mitteemen; and ten candidates, participants in the proceedings of the Clay
county Republican convention of 1860, held at Ashboro, Saturday, June 23,
there are but two survivors—Enos Miles and Silas S. Kennedy, both of