The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1861-02-09
WAITING EoR ruEn.u


IN the hniekerbocker N0ga-ine.
'.Whos- upr' cries the man tia, br;o..
the mail from the depot to the nos, of;ee.
"Hheal you plausey creture." The
"plaguey creturea .'whos" Just Icny enough
for bis driver to throw the heavy bags upon
the platform and sing out ''Yer's yer mi ;,
AMI then raitles of to the stable.
lie arrival OF the mail in large village
g the event of the day, and no sooner have
the p'etboric bags been ssnased'' into the
back office than the heterogeneous expect
ants hive around the various deliveria.
although good half hour is consumed daiIy
overhauling and distributing the preclou.
matter.
IN such an occasion, one who has an ere
open cannot fail 10 note traits in character
and insignificant incidents, which ordinarily
would afford little interest," or Amusement
but seen in such a molly assemblace. fur
nish ground for comparison il not thought,
and bring out those lsdicrou, points Of
humanity which one with a keen sense can
fully appreciate and enjoy.
Auxlous TO ascertain ~ letter hearing
he -up"-scripfi"n II IL 'onidn~ Tharmnps
lac Spike, Esq, was among the in'ards Of
those huge lea.hsrn bag- that the driver 81
the ''pesky crrtter" had tossed npon the
-'ep-. walked into the Office resolved to
wait it out.
lis the mail in I" asks little dried up
man. elhowipg his way 10 the glass cases
aud hattening his nose thereon.
IL amt anywhere else, - responds gigan-
TIC counsryman with gigantic ox-gad on
his shoulder, the lash Of which seems ex-
ceedrngis ANNOYING To the eyes Of an eifeni-
nate looking store clerk. --........-
"Git of my toes, dog gone you I" e1claims
a great Tor g-legsed article of humanity IN
linsey wolsey TO Il short, srubbed ALDERMAN,
who,s striving TO peep into the upper tier
of boxes.
"Was it your toes now was standin' on !:
Bedad thought 1t was your whole .fut,"
replies the gentleman from Ireland. \
loud laugh follows this rejoinder, accompa-
MED with n remark in reference to some
body making a wake dod -ratted soon.
'Just let Inc get by with these here let
ters," says pussy apopiectic man with q
short, red neck, round, purple face, and
blue camlet cloak.
"1ou'I! have To run up some creek and
spawn irst,' answers a devil may care
looking fellow, with siouched hat full Of
hair. and mouth full of '.nail-rod."
"ioung man." wheezes fatty, "young
man, you ant nobody. so don't care moth
~ for what you says"
81 rod bye. old skeleton. stick to it :
we'll grease wagon wheels with your shad
der when the sun comes, OUT" replies 'No-
BODY
SIS there anything for Miss Briggs ?'
cries n shrill female voice from the outskirts
of the crowd.
"No. guess he didn't write this time
replies a saucy-looking, half-grown boy,
iucking his head out of sight.
You oughi'er be learned better manners,
you reptile!" rcjoins Miss Briggs, greatly
excited.
IL alters told him So" replies "reptile,"
in n smutherej voice, rs though he was on
the lower step Of the cellar stairs.
"Sister Briggs exciuims gaunt, cadav
erous looking individual, completely i'm
merScd in white neck cloth "Sister
Briggs. wouldn't take notis Of what envy
degenerate Teller might say; some folks
don't know good manners, and act jest as
bad before people as they do when alone,
and e
"Where is wilder Bakerf' cries some
body in an assumed tone, (whte neck cloth
'.dries up.")
"Why on uirth amt this mail open2" in
qired an ugly, sonr-lonkins face thrust
partly il Mt the outer door.
''They'rc waiting for you, Vinegar
Chops," responds some scamp in the crowd.
You 20 to the ID, will yc," cries Vine
gar Chops.
mo, ican't. Take my regrets to hin,
when you get back. Old Tartar Eme,,c.''--
Vinegar Chope alas "Old Tartar Emetic''
must have "gonc back" for he INN diately
left the offcr.)
"Look here, Sir. can't you keep that lash
out of my ewes and nose Z" asks the eifemi-
nate clerk IN an ciIeminatc tone Of voice.
s.Wa. reckon if your nose is clean the
lash can STAN it," replies the big country
man.
81 anu not an OK vet. to be under your CAD
or any other inafer's like you" rejons clerk,
i u spirited, squc'king voice.
"You amt! Wal. if they don't kill you
for veal, you may be some time or no,her,''
replies the pondcrous yeomnn with pom
derou- grin. (,ncipien, OK says nothing
but looks at least two yards of ''truck''
out Of the countryman's wife at the mex,
,rnde.)
Flap, flap. open the little doors, and the
swavIns IN of the crowd indicates the dstri-
button If the mail. Fifty voices cry out fifty
different names. Fifty voices cry out fifty
different numbers. Fifty men crowd up to
the little window; thirty five get nothing,
and crowd down again. rush with the
rest. put my head half through the aper-
,nrc. | get a good snuff Of saoctum sane
torum. newspapers, and old boots hot +!
"SGike" | cy.
"Snlke - repeats the busting clerk.
$40, Spikes -p-i-k e!'
"Noth;ng," answered clerk.
turn to crowd out. "IIold on!' he
cries. "What's the first name ~
"Ieonidas ThermnpylG," reply.
"Yes. here is one" SAYS he TO me-
(.What u name - SAYS he TO himseif.l
81 break the seal: it's from New York.
DEAR SrfKE: Please let US know what
you saw while waiting for the mail.
Yours, &c,