The Nevada Democrat., 1860-01-18
t. MORE cOPY.~

Once in August, vet and dreary, sat this
writer, weak aud weary, pondering o'er mem
orandum book Of items used before book Of
scrawling hand-notss, rather items, taking
days 20 gather them in hot aud sultry weather,
using up much time and leather,) pOndered we
those items Ger. While We eonn'd them slow
ly rocking, through our mind queer ideas flock
ing, came quick and nervous knocking
knocking at the sanctum door. "Sure, tnat
must be Jenks,n we muttered-"Jenks that's
knocking at the door |; Jenks,- the everlasting
bore"
Ah, well do we remind us, In the walls which
then confined u.s. the exchanges" lay behind
us, and before US, and around rs, all scattered
o'er the floor. Thought we, "Jenks wants to
borrow some newspapers till tomorrow, aud
twill be relief from sorrow to get rid Of Jeuks,
the bore, by opening wide the door," Still the
visitor kept knocking knocking louder thsn
before.
And the scattered piles Of papers cut some
rather curious capers, being lifted by the breez-
60 coming through another door aud we wish
ed (the wish was evil, for one deemed always
civi) that jerks was ct the d-l, 10 stay there
evermore there TO Hnd bis level-Jenks, the
nerve-unstringing bore
Bracing mp our patience frmer. then, with
out another murmur, "Mr. Jenks," said we,
"your pardon, your forgiveness we implore.
But The fact 10 we were reading of some curious
proceeding, aud thus 1t was, unheeding your
loud knocking there BEFORE" Here we opened
wide the door. But pbancy, now, our pheel-
inks-for II wasn't jerks, the bofe-Jenks,
nameless evermore
trembling to come o'er Us, and mem'ry quickly
bore US back again to days Of yore days when
"items" were in plenty, and where'er this wri-
ter went he picked up interesting items by the
score. Twas the form OF our "devil," ia an at.
titude uncyil and he thrust his head within
the open door, with, The foreman's ont o.
copy strand says he wants some more |"
Yes, like Alexander, wanted morsW
Now, this "local" had already walked about
till nearly dead-he had sauntered through the
city till bis feet we're very sore-walked through
the streets called Dauphin, and the by-ways
running of into the portions Of the city both
public and obscure had examined store and
cellar, and had questioned every "feller"
whom we met, from door to door, If anything
was strring--any accident occurring--not pub
lished heretofore and had met with no success;
be would rather kinder guess be felt q little
wicked at that ugly little bore, with his mes
sage from the foreman that he wanted "some-
thing more"
"Now, its time you we're departing, you
scampp cried we, upstarting "get you back
into the offee-offlce where you were before |;
or the words that you have spoken will get
your bones all broken, - land we seized cudgel
oaken. that was lying on the 6oor,) stake your
hands out OF your pockets, and leave the sane
tum 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 ls fitting back and forth upon the landing
just outside the sanctum door. Tears adown
his cheeks are streeming--strange light from
his eye is beaming-and his voice Is heard. still
screaming, "Sir. the foreman wants some
more ~ And our soul, pierced with that
screaming, Is awakened from its dreaming, aud
has lost the peaceful feeling had before for
the fancy will come DER US, that each readers
face before us, bears the horrid words-"we
want little more |" Words. on their fore
heads glaring. "your funny column needs lit
tie more. THE Printer.