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Collection: Directories and Documents > Nevada County News & Advertisments

1877 (238 pages)

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12 JANUARY 14 & 16, 1877 GRASS VALLEY UNION SUNDAY, JANUARY 14, 1877 MARRIED. At the Exchange Hotel, Grass Valley, January 3, 1877, by Henry Davis, J.P., BENJAMIN H. PEASLEY to Miss MARY C. BICKFORD, both of Nevada county. LITTLE CHAPS.—The Tennessee Jubilee singers are coming this way again. “swing Low, Sweet Chariot.” Some of the mines on the Comstock are going to require miners to work ten hours a day. Hard times is the alleged cause of it. Hard times always pounces on the workingman first. Mr. Pilkington, Grand Lecturer of the California Grangers, will lecture at 2 o'clock to-morrow afternoon, in Hamilton Hall. Admission free and all invited to attend. The Grass Valley Lyceum Club meets Monday night at the Library room, and they settle very knotty questions in an entertaining and instructive matter. We have heard it hinted that the Fire Department will probably give a ball on the 22nd of February. The Department deserve a big benefit. NIPPED A HORSE.—Yesterday a stranger appeared in Grass Valley and inquired around to find where he could buy a good saddle horse. He wanted equestrian exercise so that his liver could be benefited. He found W. H. Montgomery, our efficient Constable, and Mr. Montgomery had a horse for sale. The stranger wanted to try the horse, to see if the gait of the animal suited the stranger’s liver. That was fair but Montgomery had no saddle. Uncle Tom Hughes was in town and in his usually accommodating manner, stripped the saddle from his own steed and put it on the one the stranger wanted to try. The stranger mounted and turned toward the West, up Main street, on the trial trip. He must have liked the horse and the saddle for he kept on at full speed, towards Marysville. The last heard of him he was going through Rough and Ready as if he was after a Doctor. When the news reached here that the stranger was still going Montgomery procured another horse and started in pursuit. We think the stranger, the horse, Uncle Tom Hughes’ saddle and the stranger’s sick liver will be overhauled and brought back. Constable Montgomery rarely misses his man when he goes out in earnest. TUESDAY, JANUARY 16, 1877 BORN. At Truckee, Jan. 11, 1877, to B. WELLER and Wife, a Son. At Prosser Creek. January 9. 1877, to JAS. MCDONALD and Wife, a Daughter GOT HIS MAN.—We mentioned, Sunday morning, that a man stole a horse from Constable Montgomery. The horse has been recovered and the man who took him has been captured. The enterprising nipper of horses is an educated fellow, and can discourse most interestingly about Mexico, South America, and all the States of the Union. He can tell all about the great men of all those countries, and about the rivers and lakes thereof . He is full of outline maps and globes, and yet he did steal a horse. His name is John Skeeler, and he awaits the action of the Grand Jury. Constable Montgomery caught him about 7 o’clock last Saturday evening, near Spenceville. SNOW.—Snow fell in Grass Valley last Sunday morning. About twenty flakes reached the ground, within the corporate limits of Grass Valley, but that was enough to swear by. THE WOLF. The Virginia (Nev.) Enterprise of last Sunday informs the public that there is much suffering in Virginia City. The wolf is at many a door of those who have 0 live along by the Comstock. Able bodied men who are willing to work can find nothing to do and are wandering about the streets hungry and cold. Both food and clothing are insufficient for the wants of many. The destitution seems, from the