As told by, Wayne D. Leathers

At the advent of the automobile there were fewer and fewer stages and more Auto's traveling. There were no gas stations so people carried gas with them. Well, it seems that a drummer who spent the night with the Leathers left behind a part of a jug of gasoline. Ma tipped it over and spilled some on the porch seeing right off that it would be very useful as a cleaner but smelled a bit strong. Still, she found the ideal place to use it; she scrubbed down the inside of the outhouse - cleaned it good too! The strong odor also did its job.

Just as she finished, Grandad, with his newspaper and pipe in his mouth, settled down in the cleanest privy in town.

BOOM! And there was only smoke and dust where once was the family privy. Grandpa was sitting in the brush, pipe stem in his mouth, whiskers and hair smoldering and smoking but still holding what was left of his paper.

I asked him what had happened? Shaking the cobwebs out of his head, he answered, "I don't know." "I started to light my pipe - must of been something I et." End!

Photo, ya think?
Nov. 1900

R.D. Larson, stage driver on the Ontario and Burns stage line, has recently had some queer experiences with a strange wild animal that haunts the road at an isolated point 30 miles between stations. The animal has the form of a man but the head of a cow. It comes down near the road and stands quietly as the vehicles pass.

The driver has seen the creature several times and had passengers on the stage, to verify the report. The animal does not seem to be frightened by the presence of human beings, but on the other hand has a curiosity to investigate them. He makes no sound and has never been seen in the night.

Larson has pledged to capture the thing the next time it shows up. It is supoosed, it is a ruse of some kind, but some agitation is being felt. It shows itself in the neighborhood of former stage hold-ups, and is in the vicinity of where Indians in former days did some of their worst work.

Although the strange thing frequently comes within 100 feet of the road in broad daylight, Larson is unable to say whether or not it is clothed.

Dear Son,

I'm writting this slow cause I know that you can't read fast. We don't live where we did when you left. Your mom read in the paper where most accidents happen with-in twenty miles of the home so we moved. I won't be able to send you the address as the last Oregon family that lived here took the numbers with them for their next house so they wouldn't have to change their address.

This place has a washing machine. The first day your mom put four shirts in it, pulled the chain and haven't seen them since. It only rained twice this week, three days the first time and four days the second time.

The coat you wanted me to send you, your Aunt Sue said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with them heavy buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.

I have a great new job. I have over 500 men under me. I am cutting grass at the cemetary.

About your sister - she had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it is a boy or a girl, so I don't know if you are an Aunt or a Uncle.

Your Uncle John fell in the whiskey vat. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off .... playfully .... so he drowned. We cremated him .... he burned for three days.

Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pickup. One was driving, the other two were in the back. The driver got out. He rolled the window down and swam to safty. The other two drowned. They couldn't get the tailgate down.

Not much more news this time, nothing much has happened. Write more often.

Love Dad.


Was going to send you some money but the envelope was already sealed.

Hugh Williams, The Inevitable -- An exchange says: "In the year 1664, on the 5th of December, a boat crossing the Menai Straits, with eighty-one passengers, was upset and only one of the passengers, a man named Hugh Williams was saved. On the same day, in the year 1785, another boat was upset containing about sixty passengers and every person perished with the exception of one, whose name was Hugh Williams: and on the 5th of August, 1820, a third met the same disaster, but the passengers of this were no more than twenty-five; and singular to relato, the whole perished with the exception of one, whose name was Hugh Williams."

Sept. 19, 1879

Tapeworm - A few days ago Doctors Logan and Richardson of The Dalles succeeded in taking from Mr. Parkhurst of Antelope, a tapeworm sixteen feet long and about one-half inch wide. He had carried this fellow in his stomach for about ten years, and at times suffered a great deal of pain resulting from its presence. The gentleman is now improving rapidly and is feeling like a new man.

June 18, 1900

A board was removed from the flue of the Delbert Nichoson house by Chuck Crawford, when he tore the house down to build an addition onto his existing house. There was writing on the board and read as follows: "To whome soever finds this, This is June 18th, 1900. The countyseat was won by this town by ballot the 4 day of this month, my bussiness here to day is flue building, I am a masson. We have had several days of rainy weather and the sky is very cloudy today, crops are looking fine fruit prospects are good. Good bye friend. I may have been burried a century when you find this. I am 47 years old have lived near here 18 yrs."

It is displayed at the Fossil Museum, in Wheeler County, Oregon.

Taken from the book "Modern Black Smithing, 1904

* Don't lose your temper. Don't hit your horse with the hammer.

* Don't smoke while shoeing. Don't imbibe in the shop.

* Be always polite. Keep posted on everything belonging to your trade. Read much. Drink little. Take a bath once a week. Dress well. This done, the craft will be elevated and the man respected.

1895 - The Dalles Chronicle

Clarence Cole, member of the legislature from Multnomah county, and one of the two of its representatives who refused to support Dolph, has brought suit against the Oregonian for $45,000, alleging that his reputation has been damaged in that amount. The fact that Cole was a member of the Oregon legislature will make it difficult to establish the fact that there was anything that could be said beyond the mere statement of the fact that would injure his character. However, the Oregonian should have profited by our advice, and in its sweeping assertions modified its language. "Stinkard" is a rude, vulgar word, and our big contemporary should have used "stenchard."

Nov. 1900

Young-TenToes, 13th assistant secretary of the Muskrat department in Chief Howlish Wampo's jurisdiction of Umitilla Reservation. He came in a light truck, and his load was a neat casket enclosed in a plain box.

His journey was at the request of Columbia Dick, a brother red man, and they and two other Columbia's started for the Blue Mountains, a days journey to bring back the body of Wah-pee-tah, (which means bell of the BlueJays), a young woman who mem-a-loosed at the Camas camp last summer.

She will be re-interred among the rocks and sage brush along the Columbia, and the journey from her first grave to her second will cover a distance of 110 miles.

In explaining the woman's death the Indians seem to think that it was caused by the over exertion in trying hard to breathe.

Old time, true home remedy, that is not recommended. To cure a chest cold: wear a flannel shirt with turpentine and lard on it - all winter.

A place called Rowena Dell near Mosier in Wasco County was so infested with rattlesnakes that exasperated pioneers fenced it and filled it with hogs. The hogs ate the snakes and the place became known as Hog Canyon.