The day book. [volume] (Norfolk, Va.) 1857-1867, 1865-09-11
MOSQUITOES ON A BENDER.

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MOSQUITOES ON BENDER.
Last night, in order to get even with the
serenading devils, we stepped half pound of
fresh beef steak in some old rye whisky, and
left it on plate near the bed Nothing like
being Hospitality inclined.
All over the room were drunken mosqui-
toes One long bill, gaunt representative was
trying to ram the mucilage bottle full of news
paper clippings. Another chap was drilling
a hole through revolver handle and singing
"My Mary Ann while another was lmping
across the window still in search of fresh air,
to the agonizing tune -tramp-tramp-
tramp! One little ram of a skeet was trying
to jam the cock out of Ben. Buffers eye with
a tooth brush, as his picture hung in the room
beside that of Kidd the pirate and few 9TH
er thieves Another drunken statesman of the
Mosquito family, reminding us of Zach Chan
dler, was talking Russian to lot of drunken
comparisons as they lay in a heap on plate,
while another one sat on the handle of our knife,
doubled up with cramp in the stomach, and
trying to unite his tail with his bill which
seemed like Lincofns backbone when Anna
Dickinson said it wanted stiffening. He was
sick looking skeeter and died in three min
utes after we saw him, her, or it, as the case
may be. Two others took bath in the ink
stand Another one with bill like the devils
narrative was trying to wind our watch with
apen-wiper, while another had Just died as he
was sitting on the rim Of dish in the room,
trying to chant-"Mother I've come home to
die" Poor skeetery IA nice skeeter, but s'twas
q pity he drank" An old veteran with a
punch full of, Tiff and 'alf-blood and whisky
sat on the table reading Les Miserables,
mend her broken wing with limpsey tooth
pick She looked disgusted Another one
combed his hair with paper of pins, tied a
piece of white paper around his neck, pasted
alive cent Internal revenue stamp on his rump,
and died like loyal citizen. His last words
were
"Tell the traitors all around you,' etc., etc.
Another drunken scamp has just started
out of the window for John B. Cough, or a
stomach pump. A worse behaved set of
BURNERS we never saw, They have acted
fearful. About two thousand lie about dead,
but sadness seemed not to break in upon their
hilarious rioting upon blood and whisky.
Half dozen Of them set on our new hat
playing draw poker, using worm lozenges for
checks, while one Of the party got clean
busted by making fifty dollar blind good on
d IOul HuoL, WHICH, NuOll Ill liz Will pe
apt to wear cotton socks next winter and keep
away from church collection days. Another
one sat on top of a brandy botke, reading
Bakers Call to the Unconyerted, while his
partner lies dead at his feet, evidently forced
oolose doors by the failure of Ketchum &
Son, of New York Six others were trying
to hang one that looks like Copperhead to
the corner of match safe, but as they were
drunk and he sober it is not safe to bet on his
being dangled. They have eaten the beef
drank the blood and whisky-drilled the
plate full of holes-and on the center table
organized son of Malta lodge, using five
cent shinplaster for blanket in the act entitled
1.-The Elevation of Man"
Another red bellied leader of the Miss
Keeter family had battalion of drunken
bnrnmers on the edge Of spitton watching
him jam fur 1vercoat into his left ear. He
was foolish-feolish enough for Brigadier
General or member of Congress- A little
cuss with black legs crimson stomach and
q double jointed bill, was vomiting in satin
slipper, while his wife, a sickly looking lady
Of her tribe, was gnawing at the bed post,
thinking it bologna Another one, evidently
an old maid, sat under the sofa milking the
cat, while her sister was crowding pair OF
wooden drawers into her waterfall, singing in
subdued strain; f3
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