Editor’s note: This is an additional interesting story that was found in the files from 1914. It was too long to be included in the “From the Files.”
OCONTO, Wis. (Dec. 11, 1914) — Joe Messer, of the town of How, while driving near Gilkey’s camp, in the vicinity of Mountain, a few days ago, had a remarkable as well as an usual experience. As his team jogged along, at a comfortable gait at the top of a hill, they turned a section corner when all of a sudden they espied a deer brousing in a ravine on the road side.
The sudden approach of the horses startled the deer and quick as a flash the monarch of the glen bounded for the neighboring brush. Just as quickly the horses took fright and became unmanageable. Down the hill side they galloped. The buggy struck a stone in the road and threw Mr. Messer head long, four lengths of himself, where he landed on his head, severely bruising his forehead and badly crippling his left hand. The horses, in their furious dash, snapped the harness connections that kept them together and each took his own way for a haven of safety from the harmless deer.
The excitement of the occasion made the injured man forget his troubles for the time and away he speeded to find his team. A half a mile from the scene of the accident he found them panting under a big tree by the wayside. He renewed his acquaintance with them and took them back to where the capsized buggy awaited repairs. He soon furnished temporary whiffle trees to take the place of those broken in the smash-up, cobbled the harness here and there and in a short time took the reins and drove for his home in the town of How.