The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1866-07-02

the republication Of BRICK PoMERoY's
experience with the "animiles" may
serve to amuse our readers with the re-
Election that the pestiferous insects wore
outwitted for once. -E
MOSQUITOES ON A BENDER.
Night before last, in order to sleep, we
placed a piece Of raw beefsteak on
plate at the head of our bed. In the
morning it was by the musduitoes suck
ed as dry Of blood as an old sponge, and
our skinssaved at least two thousand
perforations. ALI about the room in the
morning were mosquitoes, plethoric with
blood, loaded till they could not fly. We
killed few, but the job was too san
culinary, so we left them to their feast,
Last night in order to get even with
the serenading devils, we stepped half
pound of fresh beefsteak in some old rye
whiskey, and left it on plate near the
head of the bed. Nothing like being
Hospitality inclined. In ten minutes at.
ter the light was extinguished swarm
of these backbiting, bill posters made an
advance movement. One of them ca
rassed ns swootly on the nose-he sent
in his bill-there was slap-a diluted
damn-a dead musquitoe! Soon we heard
tremendous buzzing about the whiskey
soaked beef The entire musquito fam
ily came singiugon, and such an opera
rood Lord deliver us! But they did not
disturb MS with bites--we fell asleep to
be awakened in ten minutes by the worst
mosquito concert ever editor, mortal
devil, angel, divine, Dutchman or any
other man listened to.
We raised Il light, and the greatest
show of the season 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
belly like Falstaff, fnll of blood and
whiskey, was dAucng juba. on the
Bible, while fat friend of his tribe lay
on her back beating the devils dream on
an invisible tamborine with one hind
leg! Two more were wrestling on the
foOtboard of the bed each with his bill
stuck fast in the timber Another was
tying the legs OF our pants into bow
| knot to tie around the neck of Anna
Dickinson, which hangs against the
the wash stand, while another red
| stomached customer was trying TO stand
OH his head in tho wash bowl.
All over the room were drunken mos
quitoes One long bill, gaunt represent
| tatiye was trying TO ram the mucilage
bottle full Of newspaper clippings. An
other chap was driilinga Il hole through "a
revolver handle and singing, My Mary
Aun," while another was limping across
the window sill in search of fresh whis-
kew. to the agonizing ode Of-tramp,
tramp. tramp One little ram of skeet
was trying to jam the cock out of Ben.
Buffers eve with tooth brush, as his
picture hung beside that OF Kidd the
pirate and a few other thieves. Another
| drunken statesman of the mosquito fam
ily, reminding us OF Zach Chandler, was
| talking Russian to n lot of drunken COM
paniots as they lay in heap on plate,
| while another one sat on the handle of
our bowie knife, doubled up with cramp
in the stomach, and trying to unite his
tale with his bill, which seemed like
Lincoln's back bone when Anna Dickin-
son said it wanted stitfening. He was a
sick looking Skeeter and died in three
minutes after we saw him, her, or it, as
the case may be Another one with a
billlike the devils narrative was trying
to wind our watch with pen wiper
while another had just died as he was
sitting on the rim of dish in the room,
irving to chant, Mother, I've come
home to die Poor skeeter A nice
skeeter, but, twas pity thee drank ="
An old veteran with paunch full of ;alf
and 'alf-blood aud whiskey-sat on the
table reading Les Miserables, while his
wife was under the stove trying to
mend her broken wing with a limpsey
toeth pick She looked disgusted An
other one combed his hair with a paper
of pips. tied piece of paper about his
neck pasted five cent Internal revenue
stamp on his rump, and died like loyal
citizen. His last words were
Tell the traitors all around you" etc.
Another drunken scamp has Just start
cd ont of the window for John B
Gon0b, or stomach pump. A worse
habayed set of bummers | never saw =
They have acted fearful About two
thonsand lie about dead, bat sadnes:
seemed not to break in upon their hilar
ions rioting upon blood and whiskey. -
Half a dozen of them sat on our new
hat playing draw poker, using worn
Iozenees for checks, while one of tn,
nartr got clean busted by making tifty
dollar blind good on four flush, which
didn't fill, He will be apt to wear cot
, TON socks next winter and keep ava,
from church on collection days. An
: other one sat on top Of brandy bottle
= reading Baxter's Call to the Unconvert
; ed while ms partner lies dead at hi
feet, evide ,tly forced to close doors b.
q the failure of Ketchum & Son, of Ney