Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1871-10-12

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and started to faint, then as if remember
ing that the accident might not be entire
ly finished, resumed sensibility instanter.
then everybody asked of everybody else,
"what is it?" and nearly all conformity
proceeded, nay, should say "rose to ex-
plain" Such a scene of excitement called
to mind, one of Burns happy descriptions
in Tam O'Shanter."
s'As bees biz out wi angry fyke,
When plunderin herds assail their byke."
As for ourselves we had al that early
stage of the game, no settled theory OF our
own, so we listened to each as they
were advanced. One lady screamed that
the boiler had burst, another that some
body was run over, while another forget.
ting how we had shivered with cold ever
since suudown, asked with a shrek, if
there was a stove in the car. Finally
lady, past the meridian, silenced all by an
explosion of righteous indignation. Like
Tam's "Sullen Danes" she had been for
long time,
"Gathring her brows like gathrir storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm
over the unseemly conduct of fellow
passenger, and taking advantage Of the
occasion she proclaimed in terms most ex-
preesiye that he was the cause of all the
trouble. She had been watching him all
the way from Albany, and she knew
something would happen. llloeked at
him. He opened not his mouth but
plead guilty in every feature. She shook
her denunciatory finger at him and pro-
ceeded-Wo began to feel alarmed, we
remembered the assassination of Lincoln,
the St. Albans raid and last of all
tbs Ku-Klux came to relieve our
troubled suspense. Verify bis appearance
justified the latter conclusion. Tall,
we'll dressed and blear eyed. A
slight change in either direction
would transform him, in appearance, into
| a Catholic prizes, Tomts court barrls-
ter. third class lobbyist, or the midnight
dog of all work of political ring. She
went on, "Yee, indeed, he is the cause OF
| all. He has been giving rum to that
man." pointing to the man who tended
| the red lantern and the brake on the rear
end of the train. "Three times [ have
seen him give him liquor from q bottle.
and they have been talking together all
the way. It is outrageous, outrageous
oh. dear, when will such things cease =
Heartily concurriug in any impreF sions
made in favor of temperance, we still
failed to see the application of her theory to
the forward end of the train, where it
WIS evident all the trouble w8s. Pardon
US. Mr.. Editor, bat so ludicrous was the
idea that though quaking with the imag-
iparv horrors of a railroad disaster, we
could not refrain from burst of laughter
as we went ont to the anticipated scene
of death aud suffering. Fortunately none
were hurt. A coal train standing square
across our track had been struck by our
train. ss we came around a curve. One
coal car lost its identity in n pile OF
splinters, and others were more or less
dismantled. Our locomotive lay upon its
side, believing hideonsly; what was once
its tender lay beside it reversed in order.
and upon it wasthe end of the bag
gago car Nobody hurt-nCbr rdy to
blame" was the most we could learn.
OF all dsinteresting places in Christen-
dom, New York city at two o'clock in the
morning deserves especial renown. Ii
you are in hurry to make yousself com
Portable. 90 to some good hotel; almost
any will do, but if you go to the st
Nicholas, bear in mind that other pill
grims before you have travelled that Broad
way that leads to trials. Ii you are out
late' and have been in smash up, you
will be tired, sleepy, frightened and in
different of anything but the ehortes cut
to bed. Your beaver will be smashed
your hair tousey, and dust will be large
in gredient of your make up. Mr.. St
Nicholas himself will have gone to bed
and the stupid night clerk will look al
YOU and grunt out, Full tonight. Por.
ter show him up to 457." Then com
mencea a series of ascents end gyrations
that exhausts the body and bewilders the
bra in. until like Peter Cartwright, you
will wish for an axe to blaze your way, oil
imagine yourself the little boy in "Babe'
in the woods" with no stones to drop II
the path by which to ever find your way
back to civiliz 4tion. But you are too
sleepy to think much. At length yor
reach that number which indicates tht
number of your room, and not the mile
distant from the offics as you have begur
to think, or possibly both. By this time
YOU are indignant, but without remedy
To go back and blow up the clerk and ge
q better room will take till morning, ant
YOUR nap is lost. You draw your bee
before the door, which won't lock, ant
sleep the sleep of the innocents. neare
to the world above than ever before, ant
when YOU descend to earth your trausac
tion with the cashier will convince yor
that to dwell with the most htgh, is equal
" appreciated in New York.
The thunder of Broadway down towr
strikes the ear like the breaking of thu
serf upon a rock bound coast. We pay
our respects to newspaperdom by turning
near the City Hall, and few steps fur
ther on we are confronted with the glar
ing signs of the "7Tnaes," World" "Hs''
ald." "Trs5une," and the lesser light
without number. Such a gossippin,
place this must be- Entering the sanctun
of the agricultural Horace we saw Meth
the white slouched hat or spectacles, AM
!, our fears were soon confirmed by learn
ing that the editor-in-cbief was out Yves
engaged in the PRONUNCIATION of some ag
! ricultural theory. The Tribune office
just what one would expect A place TO
6 work with no adornings or embellishmen