The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1869-08-09

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the different effect going down to the
sea in ships" or to the river in skiffs,
has on different men. Some persons
like it, like Newfoundland dogs, pad.
ding in their delight. Others see nc
fan in this sort of thing. We are one
of the Others" We have crossed the
briny deep. We have sailed on the
heaving pillows, and we have distinct
remembrance of "heavingn more than
the pillows did-a kind fshsdowy idea
of tossing up dinner, tea, shoe pegs and
socks, and only stopping after we had
started our too nails. We dou,t like the
ocean wave, and believe it to be an I'M.
mitigated humbug. We feel like the
fellow who, when at sea for the FIRST
time, said he had Only two grand desires
-one was to get ashore, and the other
to catch the chap who, wrote "Life on
the Ocean Wave" that be might wallop
him. But it wasn't of ourself we
wished to write. It's about four other
young men-not of the ocean and its
perils, but of the Ohio sriver and its
dangers.
b A few uights~ago four nice young
men, whom We shall call Tom and Pete
and Bill and Joe, for short, were having
snolligoster of time in Wheeling.
Their principal occupation was drink
ing beer. Having this to do, they at
tended to it. In fact, they didn't do
anything else.
Beer taken in small quantities, say
keg to the man, does not intexicate.
We know, because the Courts have so
decided. But when a man takes in two
kegs, besides still wine and sparkling
wine and fusil oil, if he hasn't pretty
strong head it will flop him.
From the way these boys acted we
are pretty certain they could not have
carried away the third keg.
They tried to sing. One sang "Cham.
payne Charley" to the tune of Aud
Lang Syne; another tossed in "Msggie
by My Side" to the tune of Fishers
Hornpipe, while third had the Dox-
ology and Captain Jinks so mixed up
that it would be hard to tell where the
one commented and the other ended.
After shaking themselves to be sure
they had enough, they determined to
see Joe home. He lives in Bellaire.
Away they 60 taking up more road
than ever four mon required before.
Arrived at the ferry they found the boat
tied up and no means of crossing.
"I'll tell ye whstertisboys," said Bill,
mixing his words altogether, "wegoter-
git Joe (hic) home. Less palm DER
inerskiff."
The idea was adopted as sound one,
but where to get the skiff, that was the
rub. After staggering round the bank
for an hour they found an old skiff that
had laid out in the sun till every seam
in her was as wide open as barn door.
"'Raw, boys" said Pete, "less put,
erinerriver. Raw! Whoopee! 'Raw~
and at it they went. rr- .s
After much labor the crazy craft was
launched, and in the four boys got.
Being short of oars, they procured a
piece of board to paddle over with.
Now, Joe, not being as full as the
others, felt the water bubbling up be-
tween the planks, and knew that if ever
they got out into the river with such
craft, she would sink and some of them
be drowned, so, as they went to push
out into the river past an old scow that
was lying there, ha gently murmured'
mot any for Joseph" and grabbed the
scow. AS he did, she suddenly swung
down stream, and Bill, who was push
ing off with the piece of board, lost his
balance, and, with grunt and splash
that might have been heard mile, went
overheard and to the bottom like a
chunk of lead.
As he came to the surface he cried to
his startled companions: "Pm (hic) all
right, boys. Throw me piece of soap
and Pll (hic) wash myself ashore"
His companions, half sobered by the
accident, their hair standing on end,
like syrup of squills on the female por-
cupine, fshed him out and hung him up
on the ferry boat to dry. The party
didn't 90 to Bellaire that night.
About three o'clock in the morning
party of young men might have been
seen promenading the streets of Richie
town one of them very wet and all very
dry.
Them was 'um.
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