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THE REGISTER.One IVJglit of Swering.It was in the Cedar Bapids sleeper. Outside it was as dark as the inside of ' an ink bottle. In the sleeping-car 1 people slept.Or tried to.Some of them slept like Christian men and women, peacefully and sweetly and quietly.Others slept like demons, malignantly, hideously, fiendishly, as though it was tbeir mission to keep everybody . else awake.Of these the maD in lower No. 3 was the boss. When it came to a square snore with variations you wanted to count “lower three” in with a full hand and a pocketful of rocks. ,We never heard anything snore like ^ him. It was the most systematic snor- j ing that was ever done, even on one of those tournaments of snoring, a Bleep- ( ing-ear. He didn't begin as soon as , the lamps wore turned down and every- ( bodv was in bed. Ob, no, tbore was more cold blooded diabolism in bis system than that. Jlo waited until everybody had bad a little taste of sleep, just to see how good and pleasant it was, 1 and then be broke in on their slumbers like a winged, breathing demon, and they never know what peace was again that night.Ho started out with a terrific 1“ Gu rrrt! jThat opened every eye in the car. s We all hoped it was an accident, how- i over, and trusting that ho wouldn I do * it again we all forgave him. Then lie ' blasted our hopes and curdled the j sweet seronity of our forgiveness by a c long drawnGw-a h-h h hah ! 1 1That sounded too much like business e to bo accidental. Then every head in n that sleepless car was hold off the pi 1 - t low for a minute, waiting, in breathless n ausponse, to hear the worst, and the sleeper iu “ lower three went on in 1 long-drawn, regular cadences that in { dicated good staying qualities. i“ Gwa a ah I G wa a-a-ah I Gah- t wabwah! Gahwahwah ! Gah wa a ah!” » Evidently it was going to last all 8 night, and tho weary heads dropped t back on the sleepless pillows, and the c swearing began. It mumbled nlong iD i low, muttering tones, like the distant s echoes of a profane' thunderstorm. 1 Pretty soon “lower three” gave us a ^ little variation. Ho shot olf a spiteful J “ Gwook !” IWhich sounded as though his nose had got angry at him, and was going j to strike. Then there was a pause, , and we begun to hope ho had either ^ nwakoDod from sloep or strangled to f death, nobody carei very particularly 1 which. But he disappointed evory- 0 body with a guttoral r“Gurooch ! rThen he paused again for breath, c and when ho had accumulated onough 1 for his purpose he resumed business J with a stentorious c“ Ivowpf!” lHe ran through all the ranges of the t nasal gamut, lie went up and down a very chromatic scale of Bnores, he ran through intricate and fearful variations until it seemed that his nose must be out of joint in a thousand plases. All the night and all Dight through ho told his story.“ Gawob ! gurrah I gu-r-r-r ! Kowpf I Gawnwwah I gawah ha I gwock I gvvartl gwa h n h 11 whoof!” rJust as tho other passengers had Consulted together how they might slay him, morning dawned, and “lower number three” awoke. Everybody watched tho curtain to see what man raer of man it was that had made that beautiful sleeping-car a pandemonium. Presently the toilet was completed, the curtains parted, and “lower number three stood revealed.Great heavens!It was a fair young girl, with golden hair, and timid, pleading eyes, like a 0 hunted fawn's.— Burlington Hawke ye. j
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New Harmony Register
New Harmony, Indiana, US
Fri, Jan 18, 1878
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