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The Wisconsin lumberman, devoted to the lumbering interests of the northwest
Volume III. Number 6 (March, 1875)

Arresting a bear. Novel suspension of the writ of habeas corpus,   p. 508 PDF (330.3 KB)

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The Wisconan Lunberman.
it falls over the side of the vessel, against
which it is retained by ropes till all the
persons on board are transferred to the
raft. Three strong spars, passing through
the whole length of the raft, keep it flat
and solid.
Novel buspensi on ofthe Wtrit of Habeas
It was the terpsichorean Bruin that
waltzed around in such a livelv manner on
Second, near Myrtle street yesterday af-
ternoon. All the bad little boys and girls
who didn't go to Sunday-school congrega-
ted on the pavement to witness the as-
tonishing feats performed by the bear, and
at last the sidewalk was obstructed to the
great discomfort and discomfiture of pedes-
trians. A strong, stout-hearted individ-
ual in a blue coat ard brass buttons (Snow
was his name) concluded t "take'em in;"
that is to say, made up his mind to arrest
the bear, the gentleman who "welted" the
animal over the head to make him dance,
and the sordid-souled human who took the
pennies from the admixing assemblage of
Presently the trio appeared at the Ches-
nut Street Station. "What's the charge?"
said Sergeant Brown. "Obstructing the
street with that bear," answered officer
Snow. "What is your name?" inquired
the Sergeant of the bear master. The an-
swer reminded the by-standers of the
Tower of Babel, and would have driven a
thousand men, each better than Job, per-
fectly crazy. Then the Sergeant tried to
talk to the other man, with the same con-
founding result. Sergeant Brown was in
a fix. "He didn't know what to do about
it." Finally, Riley suggested asking the
bear about it, but a low growl from the un-
gainly brute dispelled all hope of informa-
tion from that quarter. The officers were
about to give it up, when the door of the
station opened, when in popped the dirty
face of an'Italian apple boy-
"Come on and ask thiu 'eilow his name,"
cried the sergeant, now thoroughly dis-
gusted. "I guess he belongs to your
The little gamin did so, got the answer
in Italian and translated it into the
Queen's English. Brown wrote the Eng-
lish name on the blotter-"P. C. Orraek,"
and ordered the first bear man to be lock-
ed up. The other fellow was allowed to
depart and t ike the bear to his hotel, near
Third and Walnut streets. Subsequently
it was ascertained that Orrack had more
than enough to put up $25 as collateral
for his appearance before Judge Cullen
this morning, and was informed by the
apple-boy that by depositing that amount
be could secure his freedom. lie grace-
fully accepted the proposed terms and left
the station, This morning the bear will
be offered in evidence at the Police Court.
-St. Louis Globe, March 1.
Unsuccessful Effort of a German Gentle-
nman to beat down a Ticket Agent.
Yesterday afternoon an old man appeared
before the Detroit and Lansing Railroad
ticket window at the Central Depot aud
"Vi hat you charge for a ticket to Lan-
"Two-sixtv, Sir," replied the agent, wet-
ting his thumb and reaching out for the
'Two dollar and sixty cents !" exclaimed
the stranger, pulling his head out of the
"Yes, Sir, that is the regular fare.
"Then I sthayi here by Detroit forty
years !" said the man getting red in the
face. "I have never seen inm- sush'n swin-
dle as dat!"
"Two-sixty is the regular fare, and you
will have to pay it if you go," rep ied the
"I shurst get You two dollar and no
more," said the stranger.
"No, 1 can't do it."
"Ve', den I sthays mit Detroit till I
dies," growled the old man, and he went
away and walked around the depot. He
expected to be called back as he left the
window, as a man is often called back to
"take it along" when he has been chaffing
with a clothing dealer. Such an event did
not occur, and after a few minutes, the old
man returned and celled out;
"Veil I gef you two dollars and ten
"N;, I can't do it," replied the agent.
"'Vell den, I don't go, so help me grah-
us! I have liveed in Detroit three yare,
und shall bay bolice tax, sewer tax, und
want to grow up mit dis town, und I shall
not be swindlet."
He walked off again, looking back to see
if the agent would not call him, and after
a stroll around, he returned to the window,
and threw down some money and said:
"Veil, dake two dollar and twenty cents,
und gif me'n dickette."
"My dear sir, can't you understand that

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