Clarksville weekly chronicle. [volume] (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1865-1867, 1866-12-07
The Great MeteOric Hail Storm
Numerous and Scientific Account.
BIT "BRIcK poMEaoY.

numerous and Scientific Account.
BIT "BRIcK" poMEnoY.
Ny head will not be visible for week
read In the almanacs that on the l3th G
November, A. d. 1866, there was to be
grand shower of meat or meteors from wa,
up there way down here, commencing at
o'clock in the early part of the morning
The papers all said so, too. The wives
WIDOWS, children, cooks chambermaids
pretty girls, and unpretty girls, all said so
What meteor was knew not. As tht
4 shower was coming from the little Bear,
tnoaght 1t was sausage storm, which
could bear. Thought It was a sausag,
storm, for the sages foresaw, or the foul
sages saw It, Thought could meet 1t will
rlatonic emotion. Then found it was moi
meat but shower of stones in liquid
form. Of course they were precious stones
80 said the cook, the chambermaid, AND
every body. wanted some, so resolved u
be on hand.
Midnight came. The subscriber sleeped
not. Like Joseph he slept not because he
was not sleepy. l dosed till clock in the
A. NJ, and in the bed, or words to that effect
l wrestled with the ghost of five dozen raw
oysters, four pigs feet head Of cabbage,
ootties OF catsup, and ten mugs Of ale. II
was severe wrestle, and breathed the free
ar OF my native hills as II went marching
on. arose at two. II was the first rose OF
autumn at that hour. looked at my watch
IL was three. | thanked the Giver of oil
good that was not in New York, when the
brave, bountiful Butler, with his second.
hand eye, was there or my watch would
have run down to Lowelli
The meteor show was a free show. Re-
served seats for ladies. wanted a front
seat and arose to onect! l manufactured
my toilet "a General Washburne as he
tore 1t out of Memphis like phantom flag
OF truce. ! would have made good ballet
girl for the Black Crook, but my waterfall
was not constructed right for the wear aud
tear Of the sage. Vide Smyth! ] went up
ward like Daniel In the lion institute, or like
Elijah with his skating park head. arose
through the skylight to the dignity of the
ROOF. The morning was in the dim distance
very much that way. The twilight was
colder than the skylight, and I tried them
Doth. My opera glass was at my uncle's-
had been to three balls and didn't returni
Must have glasses. Took one along IN
sections. The right-band barrel came 70 a
focus on rye! The left-hand barrel acted on
cogniac To look through this style of up
per-a-glass shut both eyes and open the
mouth. Through a dark glass things are
secn--at times. With this style of glass we
had sky, light view. | sat on the roof II
was "roof" place to rest on. Not like
come rest in this bosom to which we a-spi.rol
Of us. The air was foreign. | was chilli
But We were not north or south a merry
cuss for all that Who would be a merry
cuss, sitting on cold roof, dressed as was,
waiting for something to turn up2 dan
gled feet over the ledge. l saw stars over
head, looked up for once in my life, you
bet. My neck ached. Then l tried the
glasses-first one barrel, 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 mo didn't wink. They snored.
The stars overhead were in the milky way
The stars below me were not in that way, bu,
in Broadway. They were not the milky way
style of starsl
l 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
morning. No rain. No waterfalls at that
hour on Broadway.
How | winked Was looking for mete-
ors. The stars overhead were looking for
meteors. At last they winked. 1t was very
cold. Used the opera-glass often. One bar
rel at time. Warmed me inwardly, but the
heat lodged in my thorax. Like political
sermons, it didn't warm the back mart of the
audience. My dress was like that of General
Washburne when he left all his garments
but one and fled through Memphis. lie was
q modest man, so he ran. Perhaps he wanted
exercise, and ran for that; wanted exer-
else. The meteors didn't meet. So
thought to run over the roof. Ran against
ghost. 1t spoke to me. II screamed, "Oh
my darling chlldp Says ], "Are you my
mother--have you a strawberry or black
berry mdrkf Says the ghost "You've,
knocked me down-you've killed my babe
held in my arms p "Oh dear, offered to
get another" She said: "rhe laundering
brnter "My name is not Butler II quoth
to her. The ghost was a married one At
least there was circumstancial evidence
pointing that way. She was taking the
morning air, and while taking it she lost her
morning herl Says to the ghost "Lend
me garment?' "And 60 without?' said
the "Shiftless female" said /. 'You're an
otherF spoke she. tried the opera glass
again. Said she; "Oh, you aint naughty,
naughty man, then, after all p "Wby so o.
"dand me your nursing bottle?' Mistaken
ghost! Then knew she was from the spirit
land
The moon began to strengthen, but il
came not to a focus. The gentle zephyrs
zephyred like the devil-or words to that
meaning. / felt a codness creeping over
me. No meteors yet. The ghosts Chartered
all about me. felt rheumatism The op-
era glass grew lighter--both barrels. |
found chimney top. 1t felt generous. 1t
gave out a subdued warmth. 1t was brick
chimney, therefore sat on it, No meteors
yet. The stars began falling back like Sigel
thought II was strategy TO indace the mete-
ors to advance. The chimney felt little
warm. emptied the bottles and threw the
corks at redheaded ghost without water
fall. slung the bottles over the BATTLE
ments, that u city editor below might see
stars. ~
| remembered that the Fire Commission
ers were 10 ring bell ten times 10 wake me
up when meteor died and like ship on
blllow, child in bath tub, a hen on her
nest or Butler taking his spoons. slept
Ike a babe across iu grandmother's knee,
getting warmth where needed it. No me-
teors yet.
| slept. But not long. smelt some
thing. 1t awoke me. Thought il was
meteor. Says !, "Bully for sciencel" The
smell increased. ] grew nervous, but could
not tell where. was in bog. A meteor
had struck, knew il. Things were burn