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The county has two less cur dogs than it had a
week ago. Two more old carcasses are rotting on the hillside, for no self respecting
buzzard, however lean and hungry, would dare touch one of them, but would starve first.
These old sheep thieves did not bit the dust, however, until they had bitten and killed a
fine sheep for Mr. W.E. PEERY, on his farm east of town. The dogs were traced and
shot.
On last Saturday, 7th of February, 1908, at
his home on the farm of W.E. PEERY, about 10 o'clock AM., Joseph MATHENY, an
old Veteran of the South, died in his 77th year. Uncle Joe as he was universally known,
was a brave and gallant soldier, and we doubt not, but now that life's "hurly
burly's" done and taps has sounded that he sweetly rests "Neath the shade of the
trees," and that old soldier is gone to begin a new campaign, as the reveille of the
angels shall call him to his heavenly employ. Uncle Joe was but an humble citizen, doing
his duty as he saw it, and upon his lowly grave may be most fittingly placed that tribute
of greatest earthly praise: "Here lies an honest man."
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