Published in the Waukegan Daily Sun, Waukegan, Illinois on Saturday, March 19, 1898
    Last Friday a fat porker about to be slaughtered in Salem township, created more commotion that is often found in comic opera. Mr. and Mrs. F. McKnight were at Calvin Edmundson’s and the family attempted to kill a 350 pound hog. It was shot two or three times without avail, when the hog took it into its head to add the spice of variety to the occasion. It ran between the legs of an old gentleman named Edmundson and took him around the lot several times with his face to the rear. At the instant the hog started on his excursion with the old gentleman on its back he had a cocked revolver in his hand, which made it rather dangerous for any of his companions to come to his relief for fear that they would get shoot.
    After Mr. Edmunson had been dumped off, the hog made a dive for Squire McKnight, with the evident purpose of giving him the same sort of a ride, but missed it’s calculation and knocked the Squire down. For a time it was thought that Mr. McKnight was seriously injured. He was hauled home in an express wagon, and has since been confined to his bed. The sciatic nerve of one leg was injured in such a way as to cause it to be greatly swollen.
    The hog was finally killed, but the men could scarcely hang it up.-Pomeroy Tribune.
Published in the Waukegan Daily Sun, Waukegan, Illinois on Wednesday, January 12, 1898
    There has been quite an excitement in this section caused by mad dogs. Geeorge Eatenger’s dog became rabid and killed seventy-five of their chickens then left and cannot be found. He passed through McHenry and had several fights with dogs in that place. The people of McHenry did not know he was mad. Mr. Storey’s St, Bernard dog, for which a short time ago he was offered $100, was bitten and had to be killed. Several other dogs have been killed.
Published in the Waukegan Gazette, Waukegan, Illinois on Saturday, March 21, 1885
[Lieut. Schwatka in St. Nicholas.]
    You boys who have a favorite Carlo or Nero at home may like to know something about the Esquimau dogs; asking what they have to eat, and whether, like your own favorites, they get three meals a day and any number of intermediate lunches. No doubt you will think that they really should get ever so much more on account of their hard work in pulling the sledges, and in such a cold country. Yet, hard as it may seem, the Esquimau dog never gets fed oftener than every third day, while in times of want and starvation in that terrible country of cold the length of time these poor dogs will go without food seems beyond belief.
    I once had a fast team of nineteen fat Esquimau dogs that went six or seven days between meals for three consecutive feedings before they reached the journey’s end and good food; and althrough they looked very thin, and were no doubt very weak, none of them died, and yet they had been dragging a heavy sledge for a great part of the time. Other travelers among the Esquimax have given equally wonderfull accounts of their powers of fasting. The Esquimaux have many times of want and deprivation, and then their poor dogs must suffer very much. But when they are fed every day with good, fat walrus meat, and do not have too much hard work to do, they will get as fat and saucy and playful as your own dogs, with three meals a day.
    One of the very last things you would imagine to be good for them is the best food they get-that is, tough walrus hide, about an inch in thickness and as wiry as sole leather. Give your team of dogs a good meal of this before you start, take along a light supply of it for them, and you can be gone a couple of weeks on a trip; when you get back feed them up well, and they will be as fat and strong as ever in a very few days.
Published in the Waukegan Gazette, Waukegan, Illinois on Saturday, April 4, 1885
[Detroit Free Press.]
    Immediately upon a whale being harpooned, he sounds, that is, goes under water at lightning speed, as does also the line to which he is attached, making it necessary to throw water upon it to prevent it from taking fire from the friction. It has been claimed that whales can run at a speed of a mile a minute. They cannot remain long below, but must come up to breathe.
    When a whale is struck, the boatsteerer is relieved by the header, and he mans the steering until the whale turns up; when a whale dies his belly turns uppermost together, the sails hoisted and then commences a long, tedious pull. You might think they would lay to and let the ship come up, for whales invariably run to windward and oftentimes a boat is miles away from the ship when a prize is captured. Not frequently darkness overtakes them a long way from their berths.
Published in the Waukegan Gazette, Waukegan, Illinois on Saturday, January 31, 1880
    Major-General Bisset, C. B., in his work entitled “Sport and War in Africa,” gives an interesting illustration of the use of these as food: “About the year 1830 some of the dispersed native tribes from the interior of Africa migrated into the Cape Colony to seek employment among the farmers. My father engaged one family, consisting of a man named Job and his two wives, with seven or eight children. Soon after their arrival a flight of locusts came from the interior, and night after night, while the locusts settled on the earth, the whole of this family, with great sandals of ox-hide tied on their feet [very like Canadian snow-shoes], would walk about the whole night wherever the locusts were thickest. The next day the locusts would again take wings; but where this family had been walking about all night you saw acres and acres of ground covered with swarms of disabled locusts that could not fly away, and the natives would collect them and bring them home in baskets; they would then break off the wings,pinch off the tail end of the body, pull off the head, and withdraw the inside of the locust; thus the body and legs alone remained, the inside of the body being covered with fat. This portion of the locusts was then spread open upon mats in the sun to dry, and when dry packed away in huts raised from the ground and built on purpose. These people received a very good ration of food, yet this family prefered the bread made from these locusts to any discription of food. Their mode of manipulation was as follows: A basketfull of their dried locusts would be taken from the store, and one of the women would sit down on the ground by a flat stone, and with another round stone in her two hands would grind or reduce the locusts to flour, and therewith make thick cakes, and bake them on the coals or in the ashes, and eat this locust-bread with wild honey. Honey was most abundant in the country at this time, and I have seen Job, after a day’s hunting, carry home leather bags full, weighing more than I could lift from the ground. Hence I believe it was that John the Baptist lived upon locusts and wild honey in the wilderness.”-Biblical Things Not Generally Known.
Published in the Lake County Independent, Libertyville, Illinois on Friday, January 11, 1907
Meets Maine Youth on Forest Road and Hooks His Lamp.
    James Collins of Isle an Haut, Me., had a thrilling experience with a deer on a recent evening. Mr. Collins is a musician and at 7 o’clock left his home at Moore’s Harbor to go to a dance. When about halfway he saw a dark object by the side of the road, which he at first mistook for a rock.
    He saw the gleam of a pair of eyes, and at the same moment the dark object came toward him with a rush, and he saw by the light of the lantern which he carried that his assailant was a buck deer. The buck ran his head over Mr. Collins’ right arm, and the lantern was entangled in his horns.
    In his other hand Collins carried his cornet and, taken at a disadvantage, was hurled to the grounnd and injured. He extricated himself in a few moments, when the buck changed his tactics and, with the lighted lantern still attached to his horns, disappeared in the forest.
    Mr. Collins, bruised and bleeding, arrived late at the dance and told his story. Deer are still protected on Isle an Haut, but there will be a strong petition sent to the next legislature to extend the killing time.
Published in the Waukegan Daily Sun, Waukegan, Illinois on Saturday, December 28, 1907
    W. F. James, an Arkansas sawmillman and planter, relates a turtle story which he says occured near his home recently. Jim Gullick heard a pig squealing and upon investigation found that a large turtle had come up out of the water, had seized a pig and was dragging its victim back to the water when the hog became fastened between two cypress trees and the turtle could not move it farther. All that Mr. Gullick could do would not make the turtle release its hold on the animal, and he returned to his home and secured an ax and chopped the turtle’s head off. This turtle weighed more than a hundred pounds and was doubtless very old.
Published in the Waukegan Daily Sun, Waukegan, Illinois on Saturday, December 28, 1907
Antlered Animal Knocks Bicyclist Off His Wheel.
    Bewildered and crazed by the flaring light on an approaching bicycle ridden by Winfield B. Gorton of Sayville, N. Y., an antlered buck which was trotting peacefully along the highway near the Cutting estate halted and then charged the oncoming rider with all his strength. Young Gorton was sent sprawling by the impact, when the bewildered animal, snorting with fright and rage, backed off for another attack.
    The overturning of the bicycle, however, failed to extinguih the light, and while young Gorton was wondering whether he was going to be attacked again the buck charged the light a second time. Instead of coming up against something solid the animal went on through the glare and before recovering its balance plunged on into the wire fence surrounding the Cutting place.
    Several times the buck rammed itself against the fence as if trying to break through the barrier, when it suddenly changed its tactics, snorted and, straightening out, headed on down the road and was soon lost in the gloom. Young Gorton remounted his wheel and continued on to Sayville, unharmed by his unual adventure.
Published in the Waukegan Gazette, Waukegan, Illinois on Tuesday, April 20, 1880
    Silas Reeves was killed in Pennsylvania recently by a falling tree. Silas Reeves, or “Uncle Sile.” as he was known throughout Northern Pennsylvania, was one of the most remarkkable characters in the State. He was seventy years of age, and for nearly sixty years he had been a hunter, trapper and fisherman, and claimed to have killed thousands of bears, panthers, and an unknown number of deer and small game.
Published in the Waukegan Gazette, Waukegan, Illinois on Saturday, April 17, 1880
    A strange and nearly fatal fight between a child and an eagle took place in Pearson County, N. C. The three-year-old child of Mr. Wm. Murry was sitting on a stile feeding chickens when a large eagle swooped down at the chickens, scattering them in all directions. As the child was moving off the eagle made a second swoop, catching the child in its talons. With its prey it rose in the air, but the child was too heavy, and the eagle managed to flutter a short distance to the limb of a decayed oak. Its talons were so entangled in the clothing of the child that it could not get loose, and the weight soon made it come down to the ground. The frightened father of the child came up and killed the eagle. The child, save some deep scratches, was uninjured.