Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1858-02-19
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A YANKEE IN A COTTON MILL.
A raw straw HATED. sandy whiskercd. six
footer--one Of the purely unniiatod, came
in yesterday from Greene with a load Of wood
for the factory company. Having piled his
wood to the satisfaction Of the overseer, he
baited his team with bundle of green grass,
brought all the way from home for that pur-
pose, and then having invested a portion of
his wood proceeds in root beer and ginger
bread at Hams nc started to sec the city
filling his countenance rapidly with bread
and chewing it rapidly as he went
He reviewed the iron foundry and machine
shop, and was just opposite the warp mill as
the hands were going back from dinner. -
The girls were hurrying in only as factory
girls can hurry--and Jonathan, unaccustomcd
to such an array Of plaid shawls and hood
bonnets. deposited his goadstick on the stairs
and stalked in TO see what the trouble was
The gathering machinery and the move
ments of the operatives. bewilderod him for
the moment but being of an inquiring turn
of mind, and seeing much that was calculated
to perpex one whose observation in mechon-
ics had been mostly confined to threshing ma
chimes and corn shelters, he began to push
vigorous inquiries in all directions In this
way he made himself acquainted successfully
with the external and internal economy of the
various machines through which cotton warp
progresses in the course of its manufacture
the picker, heater. lap winder, doublor,
and speeder, -and finally reached the break
ers' and 'fnishers just as the card stripper
was going through the operation. technically
termed stripping the flats. In doing this,
the large cylinder Of the card is exposed to
view, and is seen revolving with very pretty
buzz. Not content with contemplating the
poetry of motion at safe distance, our hero
must needs introduce himself between the
cards to get nearer view. This movement
brought his neither habiimonts in dangerous
proximity to the gearing of the next card and
thereby hangs a tale
YOU say She goes pooty-don't she,
boss : said Jonathan enquiringly
She don't do anything else, responded the
stripper; but you must be very careful how
you move around amongst this hardware
Twas only last week, sir, that promising
young man from Mnot, student at the acad
envy here was drawn into that very card, sir
and before any assistance could reach him. hc
was run through, and manufactured into No
l6 super extra cotton warp yarn
Il s-s-swow l believe you're joking : slut.
tered Jonathan.
Fact, sir continued the stripper, and his
diseonsolate mother came down two days ago
and got five lunches Of that same yarn al
melancholy relies
BY the mighty that can't be true !!
Fact, sir, fact and each of his fellow stu
dents purchased a skein apiece to be set il
lockets, and worn in remembrance of departe,
worth.
sIs that Tho tro,,th nnv, : W. 10 I'LL
keerded, spun, and sot in locketsi
A sense of personal danger here shot acros,
our hero's mind, and he began to retreat pre-
cipitately, without waiting for an answer
There was not much room to spare betwix
himself and the gearing Of the card benin,
him. Another step backward completed tn
ceremony Of introduction. His unwhispear
bles being of large calibre, the process O
snarling them up into hard knot was NJ
ways slow. Jonathan gave tongue instanter
and by the twentieth gyration Of the embodi
ment the music was moloduous. Gen Scott
HIMSELF could not have protested more forci
bly, against an attack upon his rear
ooh M-u-r-d-er Let go You hurt
Blast your picture--let go Amt We asham
ed Git eout-taint poorly Darnation seiz
ye, let alone on me, cant ye, now
The gearing by this time had wound hin
up so that he was obliged TO stand on tip-toc
His hands were revolving vigorously behin
him, though lac dared not venture them to-
pear the seat Of war The card strpper ra
off the belt, but the momentum cylinder ken
revolving, and the green I'M supposing it i
full operation, burst out anew
oh, stop her Stop her, won't yer Sto
her. dew amt we'll. and ortor be at HON,
Father wants the steers, and mothers goin' /
bake. Stop the tarnal masheen-cant We ?
dew Oh dear, I'll be keorded and spun, an
sot into locketa Je-rus-sa-lom how | wis
was tew hum
The card was stopped at last but iona
thans clothes were SO entanglcd in the gear
ing thatit was no small task to oxtrioate him
Like Othello, he was not easily moved am
II was only by cutting out the whole Of III
invested territory that he was finally released
What arc you about hereH inquired III
overseer, entering.
Nothing, sir, only stripping fats answer
ed the stripper.