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Title: A Chautauqua boy in '61 and afterward; reminiscences by David B. Parker, second lieutenant, Seventy-second New York, detailed superintendent of the mails of the Army of the Potomac, United States marshal, district of Virginia, chief post office inspector
Year: 1912 (1910s)
Authors: Parker, David Bigelow, 1842-1910 Parker, Torrance, 1872-
Subjects: Reconstruction (U.S. history, 1865-1877) -- Virginia Postal service -- United States Chautauqua County (N.Y.) United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Personal narratives United States -- Politics and government 1865-1900
Publisher: Boston, Small, Maynard
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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were not fastened. Whensupper was through, the men all went out to milk thecows, and I said: The cows seem to take their places all right. Oh, yes, they all know their places. I sold one ofthe best milkers because I could nt teach her to takeher place. As fast as a cow was milked she would go out andstart back up the lane towards the pasture. There wasa small wooden trough behind one of the cows, andtwo white cats had been running back and forth on thebacks of the cows. When this trough was reached, itwas filled with milk and the cats had their supper. Themilk was taken out and strained into the milkcans whichstood on the wagon ready to go to the cheese factory,and Uncle David called, Come out, Jimmie, we are allready. I saw a horse harnessed standing in the stable.He backed out and came to the wagon and got betweenthe shafts. After he was hitched and the man startedoff for the cheese factory. Uncle David laughed and said: I wont have anything around that I cant teachto do somethinsf.
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George Sinclair at the age of 87 jHg NEW YORK ^i^BLlC LIBRARY AirOft, CENOX ANB COUNTRY LIFE IN NEW YORK 349 Uncle George was a noted shot with a rifle, and afterthe game got scarce in near-by Pennsylvania, he madeyearly excursions to Michigan to shoot deer, until hewas seventy-five years old. The last time I saw himhe took from his wallet a handbill announcing a turkeyshoot at Sinclairville two days before ThanksgivingDay, at which a man would put up a hundred turkeys,and to which he invited everyone from Chautauquaand adjacent counties. The shooting was to be atseventy rods, ten cents a shot. At the bottom of thebill was printed George W. Sinclair, Esq., barred.Uncle George explained: For a man in his seventies I take that as a com-pliment. The fact is, that the year before I went andshot a turkey, and the man said, That s all you want,is nt it? and I said, No; I counted up this morningand there are thirteen widows in Sinclairville who havefamilies and keep house, and I thought I wo

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