The Davenport daily gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Iowa) 1856-1869, 1856-06-07
THE DAILY GAZETTE.
Eiom Eis sparroWgTass Fapers. 49,
SPARROWGRASS TURNS BUG LER.

| Il have bought me a bugle. A
bugle is a good thing to have in the
country. The man of whom bought
it said it had an easy draught SO that
a child could fill it. lie asked me If
| would tiy it. | told him | would
prefer not. as my wind was not IN or
der; but that when | got out in my
boat, the Instrument should be critical
II tested When | reached home, |
could scarcely finish my tea on ac-
count OF my bugle The bugle was
secret. meant to surprise Mrs. Spar
rowgrass, Play could not, but /
could row of III the river ard blow
| prolonged note softly, increasing it
until it thrilled across the night like
the trumpet OF ROLAND, at the rout of
Roncesvallcs. slipped away, took
the hidden instrument from the bush
es, handled the sculls; and soon put
five hundred feet OF brine between me
and the cottage. Then | unwrapped
the brown paper, and lifted the cop
per clarion to my lips. L blew until
thonght my heal would burst and
could not raise a toot drew a long
yres,th, expanded my lungs to the Ut
most. ald blew my eyes almost out Of
their sockets, but nothing came Of it,
save harsh. bfassy note, within the
metallic labyrinth. Then attempted
he persuasive ami finally cajoled a
amt rytlllnitic sound from it that
would have been iuaHiibIe at pis-
:ol shot distance. But this was en-
couraging-fho1 gotsfa tie lang Z.
4. Little BY little succeeded, aid
at last artictilated melancholy B
flat, ~llereupon looked over at the
cottage. 1t was not there the boat
had dritted down the stream, two miles
at least; so had 10 ting up against the
tide until | nearly reache home; when
[ took the precaution Of dropping an
anchor to windwari, and once more
exalted my horn Olstinacy is
>paHowgrassic virtue My upper lip,
under the tufion Of the mouth piece,
had pulled out into the worst kind OF
blister, vet still persevered. /
mastered three notes OF the eannt,
stna then pulled ior the loot 81. the cot
rage. Now, said |. Airs sparrow
grass, look out for an unexpected ser
enade.
'GnartF, Gnar-lra ras poo poo-roop
en-ar-tY. Poo POO t;,. Poo-poo ia
ira -noop-en taary. Poopen to o-noop-
m IN IA 'J1y. n.y. ltr., -, ,,f., tar
poopen ct.-aartys
WHO IS making that internal
noiael said voice OH shore.
"Rrra-ty. traa tar poope n.tartyn
''tet out with YOU and Il big stone
tell splash into the water. This was
too much tobear on my own premises,
. / rowed up to the beach TO punish
the offender, whom found to be my
neighbour.
''0h. ho.' said be, Twas that you
5parrowgrass?" s
said it was me, and added, You
don t seem to be fond OF music9'
He said, mot as a general thing,
but he thought tune on the fiddle,
now and then, wasn't bad to take.
Il answered that the relative merit
Of stringed and wind instruments had
never been exactly settled: but if he
preferred the former, he might stay at
home and enjoy it, which would he
better than be intruding on my beach,
anC interrupting HE when | was prac-
ticing. With this | locked mp my
boat, tucked lhe bugle under NY arm
and marched off. Our neishbor
merely laughed, and said nothing.
Tie m@H who hath music in himself
+'NaF i. net nloFsd with cnnsord II sweet suunds,