The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1862-05-22

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in rs you are y Is the true theory of sleep
ing CAT. fAtilast we are disposed Of. Th'
whistle sounds; the engine shieks; the bel
tolls; and the great train plunges into th,
outer darkness. A voice opposite. "Heav
ems how hot it is-1 Conductor, sis there NJ
air. Open the door," II object" shouts
consunptivs Congressman; II am not well
and don't mean to contract another cold''-
Another voice; sCharley, pass me the flask;
and then hear agurgling sound; and pres
emily perceive an aroma Of Cognac, which
excites two persons Of various opinions lit
tie in,the advance. .'Stranger," says tn,
first, ''pass me your flask, and will rcturr
the compliment when we reach Williard's,
which l can hearts being very prompt,
done. "What disgrace il is,'' says th'
protesting temperance man, "that this place
should be turned into ,doggery." m''By
Jove ~ cries the owner of the flask, .'here i.
Cough, the great lecturer have a smile my
eloquent friend p at which there is gener
al langh, and the consequent subsidence G
the heroic opponent Of Bacchus. il he
"a Before the sleepers finally adjust theil
hard pillows, gather up their scanty cover
ing, and ascertain 8 whether their bed
fellows, il they have any, are friends or foes
some rich soliloquies and dialogues take
place among those who have not accustomed
themselves to this method Of transportation
81 say, ,tconductor,''' exclailns avictim who
is buried up in an enormous military cloak
and bound and riveted together with brass
buttons, bands, and lace, II say, this is
worse than sleeping on the cold ground.'-
.Neighbor," " gasps politician, evidently on
his way for an Office, suppose we should
run off the track, how could we get outy''
At this moment Ihear dn.cet tone in the
sacred and secret end of the :E"C Conduc-
tor, do draw the curtain, while descend
from my berth to take the air. = Our treas
nre,, the baby, now begins to make a loud
appeal to its sleeping fountain. "Good Heav-
ans y CALCULATES evidently q bachelor, there
is that child again. Why don't people keep
their children at home when they 60 travel
ing ?" I $50 L would say responds quiet
.wag in corner, with rich voice indicating
. man, ready to marry, "but them want
their mammas to travel, too; you know,
Crab-Stick, that We genaraIly like to have
our friends with US on a journey, especially
when one can't get rid Of them" At which
smother chorus of laughter What an odd
sight, to 60 out of your nest and PASS along
this catacomb Of men, (for sleep is the coun-
terfeit of death, and to watch their faces as
you pass Some look like dead men; Others
struggle with the heated atmosphere of the
place, and others are wide awake. At last
we arrive at the sasquehanna river. We
quietly pass upon the great boat that keeps
up the line, and then some nervous fellow
cries out ''Suppose we slide off, conductor,
and get into this infernalwatcr At which
almost the whole company wakes up. The
idea Of dropping off into the deep excites va
rious emotions. The fat man arouses from
his apoplectic iabors, and his dainty bed
fellow crawls out, resolved to s,and SO greasy
a contact no longer. = The ladies gaze upon
the water, and others are surprised that the
superintendent weight does not sink the
boat We get over, however, and rush on
to Baltimore, where we arrive in season.
Here we receive the news Of the last Ave
hours shouted from mob ofboys.I "Wha,
3 newspaper country says an Englishman,
who parts his curtain and buysa Sun; they
go to sleep on one battle, and wake upon
another.n W"Damn it, says the soldier
''tl,ere has been a fight and I have lost my
chance. - arsWhy the devil don't they move
faster s'says hungry voice in a lower cell
.This rebellion must be crushed at all ha...
ards,' responds els a-ris. aBut why the
hill don't you give Mcclellan chance ~
shouts deep voice in curtained cave be.
yonl. tslIe has had a hundred chances, >
insists ono Of tile freshly aroused slumberers
aand hope his next will bea victory
Now we move on to Washington. Heaven
knows where we should be if this din of pol
itics was kept up. fDoh't misunderstood
me gentle reader, I do sleep in q sleeping.
car, and what Ireveal now is only resnmt
OF what have seen.l At last we reach
Washington. a get oat among the first, 70,
l have no boots to pull on-no coat to seel
.---no purse to rescue that waslpst in sleep
no nsonomediae hat (for most hats are alike
to recover from mob of fighters. The fas
men emerge violently; the fat man steamy
and half alive. followed By the scowllng ex
quisitc; the politician looking for the hack
that can carry him to the White House; ant
the ladies', last not least; baby conquered ant
asleep; Augustus Indignant and silent as i
he did not know his wife, and tho latter
dear Mary, resolved to hang on to hin
whether he rued Il or no. go home con
tented and wide awake. OCCASIONAL.
Master James Pitts, now perhaps Is year
Of age, who'isa member Of company F. il
The S1st Ohio, Col. Thomas Morton, distin
cn;shed himselfnt pittshuru T,and;nu nn
ring that contest, the regiment to which h
belonged was ordered to charge upon an,