White Cloud Kansas Chief

The Squire's Indigestion.

Old Squire H. was a very successful and substantial farmer, in an interior town of Massachusetts, and a more amazing eater never lived. Especially much did he eat when fresh pork was to be the nourishment. At a certain time one of his hogs had been killed. The next morning there was to be pork for breakfast, and the old man ate wondrous. In the course of the forenoon he ate his luncheon consisting of bread and butter, mince pie and cheese. At noon his dinner consisted of fresh pork, pickles, mince pies and the usual accompaniments. His afternoon lunch was like that of the forenoon. When he came home to his supper his favorite dish had been prepared as part of that meal. The old man fretted and scolded till fresh pork was added to the substantials. He ate voraciously. In the evening he toasted a couple of apples and ate them. In the night he was taken with a severe colic, the doctor was with him till morning, and wrought a miracle in saving the old man's life. The next day Bolls W., one of his neighbors, went in to condole with the old Squire. "Friend Bolles," said the old worthy, "I liked to have died last night. I'll never eat another roast apple as long as I live. I never did love them very well, and last night I ate only two and they nearly killed me."