Red Wing sentinel. [volume] (Red Wing, M.T. [i.e. Minn.]) 1855-1861, 1859-11-26
MORE COPY.

Once in August, wet and drcary,
sat this writer; weak and weary, pom
dering ore memorandum book of
items used bctorc--lbook of scrawling
head notes, rather; items, taken days
ito gather them in hot and srltry wealth
cr, using up much time and leather)
pon,lcred we those items ore. While
we conncd them, slowly rocking,
Through our minds queer ideas flock.
|ing) came a quick and nervous knock
ing-knocking at the sanc:um door.
''Sure that must BE- Jinks," we muttcr-
ed-Jinks tfat' s.knocking at our door;
links the everlasting bore.
All, we'll do we remind us, in the
walls which then confined us, the ex-
changes lay behind us, and before
us, Ill scattered ore the floor. Thought
we, ':Jinks wants to borrow some
newspapers till tomorrow, and twill
be relief from sorrow to get rid OF
links, the bore, by opening wide the
door, Still the visitor kept knocking
i--knocking londcr than bcIorc.
And the scattered piles Of ncwspa.
pers cut some rather curious capers
being lifted by the lreczes coming thro'
the door; and we wished (thc wish
was evil, for one deemed always civcl)
that Jinks was. ut the d., to stay
there evermore there to find his level
-.-Jinks, nerve unstringing bore.
Bracing up our patience tirmer, then,
without another murmur, "N1r. Jinks"
said. we, 'your pardon, your forgiv-
ness we implore. But the fact is, we
were reading Of some curious proceed
Ing, and thus it was, unhecdmg your
loud knocking there before.'' Here
we opened wide the door. But phancy,
now, our pheelings, for it WASH Jinks
the bOre---namcless evermore.
But the form that stood before us
CEASED a trembling to come DER us,
and mcm'ry quickly bore lis back again
to days of yore F.; days when stems
were in plenty, and where'er this writer
went he picked up interesting items
by the score. Twas the form of our
t'devil' in attitude uncivil; and he
thrust his head within the open door,
with, ''the foreman's out Of copy, sir
land says he wants some more" Yes,
like Alexander, wanted more,
Now, this 'locap had already walk.
ed about till nearly dcad---he had s,un.
tered through the city til his feet were
very sore---walked through the street
called Dauphin, and the by-ways run.
ming off into the portions OF the city
both public and obscure had exam.
ined every store and cellar, and had
questioned every feller' whom he met,
trony door to- door, if anything was
stirring any accident occurring---not
Unpublished heretofore and had met
with no success he would kinder "a.
Their guess he felt a little wicked at
the ugly little bore, with his message
from the foreman that he wanted
"Something more
'Now, its time you were departing
you scamp cried we, upstarting;
''get you back into the office----office
where you were before; or the words
that you have spoken will Ct your
bones all broken(and we seized a
cudgel, oaken, that was lying on the
aoor)'take your hands out of your
pockets, and leave the sanctum door
tell the foreman there's no copy, you
ugly little bore.' Quoth our devil,
send him more.' '-.
And our devil, never sitting, still is
fitting, still is fitting back and forth
upon the landing just outside our sane
tum door. Tears adown his cheek.
> are streaming strange light from hi!
eyes is beaming-aud Ills voice is heart
still screaming, Sir, the foreman
- wants some morc!' And our soul
. pierced with that screaming, is awak
: encd from its dreaming, and has los
the peaceful feeling had before; for tn
fancy will cine ore us, that each rea
ders face before ms bears the horri
words---"we want > little more,
e Words on their foreheads glarine