Ste. Genevieve Herald Ste. Genevieve, Mo. Saturday, Nov. 25, 1882 Look out for Jack Frost! Thanksgiving day next Thursday. The holidays are approaching; witness the Christmas trees passing through town. The pecan industry is growing finely. Hundreds of bushels of these fine nuts are being shipped weekly from this place. The farmers of the neighbor hood are busy hauling rocks for the new graveyard road. The vote in favor of this improvement, cast in town some time ago, showed that the measure was a very popular one with the town-people. The zeal of the farmers to further the work is proof its popularity in the country. There must be another earthquake imminent in the Southeast counties as catamounts or some such vermin are quite frequent visitors up here of late. The other day Mr. WOLK was out hunting when one of those beasts sprang upon him before he had time to level his gun. He was severely scratched but succeeded in dispatching the animal with a well-directed blow of his gun. William PALMER has changed his base of operations. Finding his brickyard rather unprofitable he has turned from it with disgust and will now try his luck with the grocery business. William is a man of great honesty and deserves the confidence of the people and, as he is also a determined man he cannot fail to be successful. Mrs. PALMER will pay particular attention to the medicinal department. Call and see. One of our St. Mary friends was noticed last Sunday on the street in a very jovial mood, and on being asked how it happened, he replied, he "just wanted to show the Prosecuting Attorney that he could get full even if the saloons were closed up on Sunday." A sad accident cut short the career of Aleck CARRON's little 12 year old boy. Aleck had been in town, and on his way home, let the boy drive the team while he walked ahead, attending to some little business along the way. Suddenly the horses took fright, started on a run, and were out of sight before anybody could stop them. When Mr. CARRON caught up with the team, the wagon was upturned in the creek near Peterquin's (Peter Quin?) place, having probably fallen from a bank, and the little boy under the box dead. Whether he got drowned or broke his neck in the fall, or was killed by the wagon box, is hard to tell. On Thursday, Dr. O'DONOGHUE was out on the Little Saline on a professional visit, young Jim TOTTERSON having charge of the vehicle in which they were riding. Passing along the creek they came to a steep slope in the road, where the Doctor's heavier weight - he being on the off side - proved too much for the balance and the whole cargo was dumped into the creek. Jim fell into the water but was out in a minute cutting the traces to save the horse from drowning, while the doctor, who had landed on terra firma, rose with a groan and solemnly declared he had fractured two of his ribs. An evil-minded person has spread the word that the Doctor had lost his center of gravity, but this is sheer malice; it was the buggy.