Clay County MO Archives News.....From Missouri City June 15, 1877
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Liberty Weekly Tribune June 15, 1877
FROM MISSOURI CITY
Mo. City, June 12, 1877
   R. H. Miller, Esq.: - As I see you have no regular correspondent, or 
itemizer, in our city, with your permission, I propose, to send you a few items.
  Married, at the residence of James Yates, 2 1/2 miles east of this place, by 
R.G. Gilmer, Esq., Mr. William H.H. Barns, to Miss Anna J. Smith, on the 31st 
May, 1877.
   Also, by same, at residence of the bride, one mile east Howdyshell Bridge, 
Mr. James Buist, to Mrs. Mary E. Harris, on June 7th, 1877.
   Henry Calomel, a young man of 18 years of age, was drowned on Friday last 
the 8th inst., in attempting to cross a small branch near Mrs. Peter Pixley’s.  
Several of the young men of the neighborhood were in company with him at the 
time; every effort possible was made to rescue him but unavailing; his body was 
recovered and taken out in an hour or less, but all efforts to restore life 
unavailing.
   Old Muddy is, and has been on a tare for some days, and has, and is still 
doing untold damage.  Many good farms, above and below town, almost inundated; 
some only slightly damaged as yet.  Some families have moved out to the hills, 
many have driven their stock out, some are “holding on to the willows” and 
swearing like Noah’s man, when in water up to neck and made his last appeal to 
be admitted into the ark and was refused, turned away with perfect contempt, 
and no doubt put his thumb to his nose and wiggled his fingers, saying, go to 
thunder with your old ark it aint going to be much of a rain any how.  Such is 
life, but these are items I must not moralize.  Some of our good citizens have 
had their retreat cut off by being from home.  Mrs. Anderson Chanslor and Miss 
Mollie Gilmer are at Kansas City unable to get home.  Mr. A.P. Gano is at Hot 
Springs, Ark., and dispatched to his lady yesterday from that point that he is 
water-bound.  Mr. Winfrey and Miss Lou and Miss Lee just got in on Friday 
evening’s train, the last one.  The Misses Winfrey have been at Camden Point at 
school for the last ten months.
   The new and splendid Iron Bridge that spanned Fishing River at the 
Howdyshell crossing, lies lengthwise up and down the stream 150 feet below the 
piers.  The bridge over Williams’ creek just above Pratherville, has gone the 
way “Ward’s ducks” went.  The approach to the North end of the Crowly ford 
bridge has gone to look after the others.  Tax-payers may feel sad; and I won’t 
say any more on this subject.
   Our Nimrods have been having a fine time angling among the rushes, snakes 
and frogs.  Plenty fishing, plenty fun, plenty lake water while it may run.
   Spoon hooks and Caledonia rubber minnows have been and rage and are at a 
premium, however Josh says snakes won’t bit well at the latter.  Capt. W.G. 
Garth, H. Chanslor, L.T. Petty, and some others, went down yesterday evening 
with spoon hooks and rods in hand – bucket of minnows, but astounding to 
report, they were like the little boy of old times, when his dad took him to 
town for the first time, he couldn’t see the town for the houses.  So they 
couldn’t get to the lake for the water.  They, however, succeeded, but, the 
Capt. informs me this morning that when there, he couldn’t get his hook into 
the lake for the fishes.  He had to work hard to throw the fishes into the lake 
for two hours, and scare them away to get a place to get his hook into the 
water.  Says I, Cap., why did you not just bag a lot and come home.  He says he 
is so thoroughly law-abiding he will not catch a fish unless it is caught on a 
hook, and he must also be satisfied that it bit of its own free will and accord 
without any undue influence except that held out by a nice spoon hook, with a 
bunch of red feathers attached, and a cane pole or rod, with a good looking man 
or lady at the but end of that.  Now I will just quit, and see how this looks 
in the Tribune.  If it don’t suit you to print it just send it back and I read 
it to your subscribers Friday morning when mail comes.
   Now the case is before you, but I have not had room and time to brag on your 
invaluable paper, and as my old friend used to say every Friday 
morning, “Tribune’s come, the country’s safe.”  I will just say as a word of 
encouragement to your, “them’s my sentiments.”  Now if this would furnish you 
bread, meat, tea, coffee, cow, clothes for self and family, as well as paper, 
ink, press, type, grease, ---- I havn’t room for all of them its worse than the 
Cap’s fish story.  MUD HEN.



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