Feb 17, 1895

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Feb 17, 1895 - Dwellers on {be Heights Are Freezing in tbe...
Dwellers on {be Heights Are Freezing in tbe Presence of a Coal Oil Famine, ROADS ARE ALL IMPASSABLE. Oil Han Got Sick When the Blizzard Came, and tbe Coal Was Exhausted Days Ago—People Can't Cook. The town of Hasbrouck Heights, on the New. Jersey and New York Railroad, stands on a hill and Its 800 Inhabitants look down on the surrounding towns of Hackensack, Pasaalc and Rutherford. They don't look flown upon them because they are supercilious, but because they are on a hill. And that fact Is a source of woe to the. inhabitants of the Heights at this Ume. Tho village Is cached from the station by two winding roads. One Is called Ravine avenue and the other Bedan avenue, and the reason they wind is because a wagon couldn't get to the top of the hill if they didn't. During tho recent bilzzarrl the avenues of approach to the Heights became filled with snow, making them Impassable to heavily laden wagons. At the same time- Mr. Cox, of the firm of Peters & Cox, venders of coal-oil, was taken ill, forming a combination of calamities that has made Hasbrouck Heights a desert waste of hunger, cold and chilblains. Without coal-oil, Hasbrouck HedEhts might as well be off the map, or in the steppes of Siberia, or the sands of Sahara. Away back In Its infancy the inhabitants of the town leaned to depend on coal-oil as a means for cookln«r their food, and, to a large degree, heat- Ing their houses. Mr. Cox, of the firm of Peters & Cox, supplied them with tho servant gil's enemy, and the people : ot to depend upon him for the com- ustlble. So when Mr. Cox waa taken sick a condition confronted the people that was serious, but when the blizzard came on top of the Illness it became absolutely desperate. The people of the Heights do not carry largo supplies of oil, and Ravine avenue was hardly blockaded before this medium was exhausted. . The entire male population of the town is composed of commuters, and when they struggled to their homes on the third or fourth day of tho Illness of Mr. Cox and the blizzard they found their weeping wives clustered around tallow dips, shlv- erins' with the cold and with nothing to eat except bread. "Well/' said one commuter, who had lugged home a large red-snapper, and whose mouth was set for snapper .and nothing else, "we'll soon fix that."' So He grabbed the coal-oil can and plunged through the snow to the grocery store of H. HIppe & Sons. "Say!" shouted Mr. Rippe, wild-eyefl and excited as soon as ho saw the can, "you can't get any oil. and you can't have that thing here. We've got every can In town on storage now, and I won't have any more." So the red snapper was hung out to freeze, and Ia still waiting for oil. Wild appeals were Bent to Hackensack, Pas- Halo and Rutherford for oil, and many teamsters essayed to reach the oll- famine-strlcken town, but all failed. They attacked the winding roads from all points, but to a heavy wagon they wero as Impregnable as the ice-cap of Greenland. And tho famine was still unbroken yesterday. There IK no gas in tha town, so tallow dips are used for illuminating purposes. Tnera is an electric-light plant there, but It Is only used for lighting the streets. A few families have furnaces, which they have recently utilized in cooking their food, but now a coal famine is threatened also, and wild despair Is fast taking possession of the people. The old foud between the fanners and tho commuters over the Incorporation of the borough is forgotten in the common woe, and the two factions shake hands with each other on the station platform anrl ask each other, "What tidings? What hope'.'" .<•-«. _

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  1. The World,
  2. 17 Feb 1895, Sun,
  3. Page 5

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