The Madman with the Million-Dollar Conspiracy

A slightly eccentric stranger attracted considerable attention upon the streets yesterday, and finally made a desperate attempt to secure himself up. For the most part he was quiet and unobtrusive, but every now and then would break forth into loud outcries on the street corners and on the causeway. A crowd around his particular location soon assembled. He said that San Francisco had sent him $50,000 to the bank in this city, and the proprietors were determined not to let him have it. He said he could actually see the money in the safe at the bank while still on the forecastle, as well as saw it all the time while in the car on the way up from San Francisco. Declaring earnestly that a terrible conspiracy had been formed against him here, to prevent him from taking the town, the ought [ought] to be arrested at once and put into irons, not only because he is in immediate need of medical treatment, but because such characters are dangerous.

The Count brought down a full load of hay last night from White River. The captain is off the farmers all very busy along the river yet in their crops, and the tide looks fine. The recent warm weather has been along remarkably. The river, he says, is now within a foot and a half or two feet of its lowest height this summer, and rapidly falling. It continues warm and dry for a few weeks; the river will undoubtedly reach a lower point than it ever reached in many years past.