The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1866-12-15
Meteorio-" Brick Pomeroy' 3 HumOr-
ous and Scientific Account.

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grand shower Of meat or meteors, from way
up there to way down here, commencing at
three 0 clock in the early part Of the morn
ing. The papers all said so too. The wives,
widows, ,-children, cooks, sfchamberinaids,
pretty girls and unprettv girls all said so.
What meteor was l knew net As the
shower was coming from the Little Bear I
thought it Il sausage storm, which
could bear. Thought it was one, for the
sages forcsaw or the four sages saw it.
Thought l could meet 1t with Platunic emo
ton. - ~ Then | found it was no5 meat, but5a
shower Of stones in u liquid form. OF course
they were precious stones. So said the cook,
the chambermaid. L wanted some, SO re-
solved 70 be on hand
Alidight came. The subscriber sleeped
not. Like Joseph, he slept not because he
was not sleepy. 1 dosed till two o'clockEin
the A. NJ, and in the bed, Or words to that
effect | wrestIed with the ghost Of five
dozen raw oysters, four pigs feet, headsof
cabbage, bottle Of catsup, and ten nugs--of
ale 1t was q severe wrestle, and breathed
the free air of my native hills as it went
marching. arose at two. 1t was the first
rose of autumn at that hour I looked at my
watch 1t was there. | thanked the Giver
Of all good that was not in New York,
when the brave, beautiful Butler, with his
secondhand eye, was there, or my watch
would have run down to Lowell
The meteor show was a free show Re
served seats for ladies' l wanted agfront
seat and arose to onect! manufactured
nv toilet a Icg General Washburn as he tore
it out Of Memphis like phantom flag Of
truce. ! would have made a good ballet girl
for the Black Crook, but my waterfall was
not constructed right for the wear and tear
Of the stage Ylde Smyth l went up
ward like DAME! in the lion institute or like
Elijah with his skating park head. 1 arose
through the skylight t. the roof. The morn
ing.was In the dim distance very much
that way. The twilight was colder than the
skylight, and | tried them both. My opera
glass was at my uncle s-had been to three
balls and didn't return!
Must have glasses Took one along5in
sections. The right hand barrel acted on
cOgnac To look through this style of up
per-a-glass shut both eyes and opensthe
mouth. Through dark glass things are
seeu-at times. With this style of glass
we had a sky-light view. l sat on the roof.
1t was q roof place to rest on. Not like
cOmesrest in this bosom to which we a-spi-rOl
of us The air was foreign. 1t was chill
But we were not north or south a merrier
cuss for all thatl Who would be merry
cusS, sitting on q cold roof, dressed as / was,
waiting for something to turn up? dan
gled feet over the ledge. / saw stars over
head. 3 looked up for once in my life, you
bet My neck ached. Then l tried the
glasses-frst one barrell, then two. Above
US were stars | saw stars on the street.
They had blue coats on. The stars overhead
winked at me when raised "the rye" The
stars below me didn't wink. They snOTed.
The stars overhead were in the milky way.
The stars below me were not in that way,
but in Broadway They were not the milky
way style of stars
i | saw dimly. My Opera-glass was too
strong 1t made me nervous looked about
and saw much ghosts on the roof Felt quite
grave. Felt like coughin Many ghosts.
Didn't see the meteOrs. Saw many heads
out of windows below me. Pleasant morn
ing. No rain. No waterfall at that hour
on Broadway
How l winked! Was looking for meteors
The stars overhead were looking for meteOrs.
At last they winked at me. ltwas very cold.
Used the operaglass often. One barrel at a
time Warmed me inwardly, but the heat
lodged in my throat Like political ser
mons, it didn't warm the back part of its
audience NY dress was like that of Gene
raj Washburn when he left ali garments but
one and fed through Memphis. He was
modest man, SO he ran. Perhaps he wanted
exercise, ana ran lOr CIaJ. L wanted e>-
else. The meteors didn't meet.
So | thought to run over the roof Ran
against ghost 1t spoke to me- 1t screamed,
ooh my darling childP' Says l, Are you
my mother-haYe you a strawberry or black
berry mark p Says the ghost, You We
knocked me dOwn-yOu We killed my babe l
held in my arms! "Oh dear, / offered to
get her another" She said: You blum
dering bruteW My name is not Butlerp'
quoth l to her. The ghost was a married
one At least, there was circumstantial
evidence pointing that way. She was taking
the morning air; and while taking it she
lost her morning heir2 Says | to the ghost: /:
" Lend me a gssRnentW And 20 without
said she. .Shiftless females" said [.
You're anotherp' spoke she. l tried the
opera-glass again. Said she: Cob, you amt
a naughty, naughty man, then, after ALI
"Why so?" Hand me your nursing bottle y
Mistaken ghost. Then knew she was from
the spirit land.
The moon began to strengthen, but it
came not to a focus. The gentle zephyrs
zephyrcd like the devil-or words to that
meaning felt coldness creeping ever
me- No neteors yet. The ghosts chartered
all about me- felt rheumatism. The opera
glass grew lighter-both barrels. I found a
chimnev-top 1t felt generous. 1t gave out
q SuDQuGu warmth. III was q DfICh CHIMNEY
therefore l sat on it. No neteors yet. The
stars began falling back like SeigeL
thought 1t was a strategy to induce the me-
teors to advance The chimney felt little
warm, | emptied the bottles and threw the
corks at a red headed ghost without a water
fall. l slung the bottles over the battlcments
that city editor below might see stars.
l remembered that the Fire Commission
ers were to ring a bell ten times to wake me
up when meteor died and like ship on a
billow, a child in a bath tub, hen on her
nest, or Butter taking his spoons, | slept
like a babe across its grandmothers knee,
getting warmth where / needed it.
No meteOrs yet
slept. But not long. ] smelt something
Ii awoke me Thought it was a meteor.
Saws ], " Bully for sciencel' The smell in
creased. grew nervous, but could not tell
where; I was IN a bog. a meteor had struck,
[ knew it. Things were burning And
had no accident policy The world was on
FIRE The smoke was all about me-its
ghosts sat there in smoke and white cotton
with frills
All, hal Fiend Of the lower regions Z
Pm naUa thee / arose Quietly Curzoa