A stranger made his appearance the other day at Shocoquon, on the other side, of a seedy appearance, inquiring for work. Upon being questioned by Mr. K., a citizen, as to wages he declared that he wanted no wages – all he wanted was his board. He wanted no money. The fact was, he had about fifty dollars which was troubling him, and which he did not know what to do with. Mr. K., seeing that he was a stranger, having money, concluded to take him in, and suggested that he could make such arrangements as would relive him of the fifty. – He asked the shabby stranger if he could run. Yes. He then proposed to bring a man in from the country who would run him seventy-five yards for the fifty. This was done, and the race took place the same afternoon. When the money had been staked, the stranger took of his duds, coming out a lithe, graceful and muscular man, in a close-fitting dress well adapted to the business in hand. He won the race by one hundred feet, relieved Mr. K. of fifty and immediately departed. – Hawkeye, 10th.
– Published in The Davenport Daily Gazette, Davenport, Iowa, Wednesday Morning, May 14, 1862, p. 2