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NEVADA JOURNAL FEBRUARY 6, 1857 39
made his escape from jail on Thursday evening last. The prisoner was locked into a cell by two locks, and
was heavily ironed. Being a blacksmith, he succeeded by the ingenious use of a string in getting off his
fetters, dug through the brick partition into the next cell, where there was a common padlock on the door,
and a bar of iron outside of the door, which was insecurely fixed into the wall. The deputy jailor went in
as usual to feed the prisoners, passing the food in through a wicket in the iron door, and then went to the
other end of the jail to feed other prisoners. The fastenings of the cell doors were all in place, and looked
firm. After taking his food at the wicket Gehr passed through the hole he had made in the wall into the
next cell, and when the officer’s back was turned burst out of the cell, and with the occupant of the other
cell, escaped.
Luddington, the other prisoner, ran up through the sheriff’s office. Mr. Wood was in that office, and
immediately pursued him, and by the aid of Mr. Bostwick, succeeded in capturing him, and brought him
back to the jail. He then learned that Gehr also had escaped, and immediately offered a large reward for
his re-capture, and made all the exertion in his power to discover him. Gehr burst the glass door below the
sheriff’s office, and did not, as the Democrat says, pass through the sheriff’s office; and Mr. Wood could
know nothing of his escape. And further, he has nothing to do with the affairs of the jail, in any particular,
more than any other citizen. The assertion of the Democrat that “nothing was known of the escape of
Gehr by our citizens until Mr. Smith had returned from his chase after him,” is false. Gehr ran close to
many of them near the court house, and Mr. Smith called to them for help, and not one of them would or
did assist him.
The Nevada jail is not “as secure as any place in the state.” Had the bars to the jail doors been
properly fastened, Gehr could not have burst the one at his door; and common padlocks are totally unfit to
be used about a jail.
The account of the Democrat of this matter, is colored with the malignity it always evinces when it
can get a chance by misrepresentation, to decry a public officer that differs from it politically. It is a small
souled, envious course, characteristic of the proprietors of that sheet.
HOOPS.—What right have we of the ugly sex to be eternally talking about ladies’ dresses? What do
we know about it? It is all very well for us to quarrel over the gearing of a mule team, or the shape of an
ox yoke; but for great, awkward, graceless men to set up their opinions as a criterion of the manner in
which a lady—that breathing essence of infinite beauty and grace—shall array herself, is like a hog telling
a peacock how to arrange his plumage.
You say you don’t like hoops. You pretend to reason about them; you say they are unbecoming, and
uncomfortable, and inconvenient, and dangerous; and that, if a hooped lady should happen to blow over
in a gale of wind, she would roll off, like a hogshead of molasses running down hill, and that it would be
dangerous to attempt to stop her, and that she might roll against something and smash up. But, you
wicked infidel! don’t you know that belief in the good taste of a lady is a religious sentiment?— that it
depends on faith—not reason? Don’t you know that your taste is finite—that hers is infinite? Don’t you
know that you don’t know any thing about it, and that a lady’s dress is not a legitimate sphere for your
investigation?
But, you say, that when a lady is in hoops, you can’t get near her. What business have you near her?
Probably this is the very reason why she wears them. Perhaps you have been sticking that great tobacco
and smoke smelling muzzle of yours into her face, and she takes this method of avoiding you in the
future. “The heart knoweth its own bitterness, and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy”; so doth a
lady know her own business, and a bear shouldn’t intermeddle with her fixens.