Looking back and finding that his enemy
still held the field and showed no disposi
tion to run, the gentleman again left the
buggy, and securing a stout and reliable
club returned and renewed the fight. As
he advanced, and when within a few feet,
the snake sprung at him with distended
jaws, when a well-directed blow laid him
on the ground, where he was soon dkl
patched. The snake was five inches in di
ameter and nearly nine feet long, and
although the dog-days are considered as
infusing more than ordinary venom and
malignity into the serpent tribe, yet this
furnishes one of the very few and cer
tainly most remarkable of instances in
this section of a snake attacking and en
gaging in a peristent -and continuous fight
with a man, and showing no signs of re
treat, but acting on the offensive through
out and fighthng to the death.
TIrvTY-THREE widows belong to one
sewing society, in Watertown, N. Y., and
the sound of a pair of boots going by the
house where they meet is enough to stop
all the machines and needles.
How She Became Grew.
Mr. Green was a good looking man,
very-he dressed well-was well posted
up in matters of business, and had the
reputation of being a smart man. But
Mr. Green had lived thirty years without
a wife. It wasn't his fault, for he was
fond of the society of the fairer sex,
owned a fine house. which he rented for
his board. and there were plenty of mar
riageable ladies in the village.
