The Norfolk post. [volume] (Norfolk, Va.) 1865-1866, 1865-10-18
MOSQUITOES ON A BENDER,

Night before last, in order to sleep, we
placed piece of raw beefsteak on
plate at the head of our bed. In the
morning it was sucked by the mosque
toes as dry of blood as an old sponge,
and our skins saved at least two thou
sand ,perforations. All about the room
| in the morning were mosquitoes, pletho-
rio with blood, loaded till they could not
! fy. We killed few, but the job was
too sanguinary, so we left them to their
| feast.
| Last night, in order to get even with
| the serenading devils, we stepped half u
| pound of fresh beefstea1 in some Oldrye
whiskey, and left it on plate near the
| bed. Nothing like being Hospitality in
clined In ten minutes after the light
| was extinguished swarm of these back
biting bill posters make an advance
movement. One of them caressed us
sweetly on the nose---he sent in his bill
There was a slap---a dead mossquitoe!
| Soon we heard Il tremendous Duzslng
about the whiskey-sOaked beef. Inc
entire mosquito family came singing IN,
and such an opera--good LORD deliver
us! But they did not disturb us with
bites---we fell asleep, to be awakened In
ten minutes by the worst mosquito CON
cert ever editor, mortal, devil, angel, dl-
vine, Dutehman, or any other man lis
tened to. ....t... ..,..
We raised a light, and the greatest
show of the sea son was there to be seen.
| Every MOSQUITO was drunk as blind
fiddler, and such an uproarous night as
the long billed whelps had, never was
| seen before this side of---seldh! The
worst antics! Some were playing circus
! on the plate. One big fellow, with q
| belly like Falstaff, full of bloody and
| whiskey; was dancing jubaon the Bible,
while a fat friend of his tribe lay on hel
back beating the devils dream on an in
| visible tamborine with one hind leg
Two more were wrestling on the foot
board of the bed, each with his bill stuck
fast to the timber. Another was tying
| the legs of our pants into bow knot to
lie about the neck of Anna Dickinson,
which hangs against the washstand,
while another red-stomached customer
was trying to stand on his head i'll the
washbowl.
All over the room were drunken mos
quitoes. One long billed, gaunt repre-
sentative, was trying to ram the mucl-
lage bottle full of newspaper clippings
Another chap was drilling q hole
through revolver handle, and singing
"My Mary Ann,' while another wa
limping across the window sill in searcl
; p-tranlp-tramp! One little ran
of a skeet was trying to jam the cocl
out of Ben. Buffers eye with a tOot
brush, as his picture hung beside tina
of Kid, the pirate, and few othe
thieves. Another drunken statesnant
the mosquito family reminded us {
Zach. Chandler, and was talking Rus
sian to u lot of drunken companions
they lay in a heap ON "a plate, while al
other set OH the handle Of a bowie-knif
doubled up with cramp in the stomach
. and trying to unite his tail with his bill
, which seemed like Lincoln's back-boi
, when Anna Dickinson said it want,
stiffening. He was q sick looking ske
, ter, and died in three minutes after v
: saw him, her, or it, as the ease might b
q Two others took bath in the inkstan
Another one with a bill like the devil
narrative, was trying to wind our watt
with a pen-wiper, while another hi
just died as he was setting OH the rim
3, adish in the room trying to chant-'M'
!, | ther, I've come home to die!n roc
skeeter. A nice skeeter, shut twas
pity he drank.u. An old veteran Win
paunch full of 'alf an 'alf-bioodl an
whiskey-sat on the table reading II
y Miserables. while his wife was unut
o. the table trying to mend her broke
~ wing with a limpsey tooth PICK. Sn
: looked Disguised. Another one coinpe
II his hair with a paper OF pms, ueu
& piece of white paper about his necl
pasted five cent internal revenue on h
'g rump, and died like a loyal citizen. ii
last words were 4: i.+Is y iah..
- "Tel the Traitors all around you" sc,&c.
. Another drunken scamp has ju
"A started out of the window for John
" Cough, or stomach pump. A wor