The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1871-12-22

here to-night?'
eyes"
swell, I'm mighty glad of it. 1
always like company. Its kinder
lonesome to sleep alone"
eyes, it is so. Pardon me for
waking you, but 1 thought it my
duty to tell you that 1 sometimes
take fits"
'what, fits? You don't say so,
Misterp'
eyes, 1 do. Pm not particularly
dangerous, but 1 bite sometimes;
so be careful that 1 don't get my
teeth into you"
"Well, I'll de doggonedl Ihope
you won't have any fits"
$50 do L"
81 hope, Mister, you won't bite
me if you do have any itsY
30, 1 hope not"
He drew a long breath, and then
said:
"Well, Pm afraid I won't sleep any
tonight"
90, don't lose any Sleep
"But how am 1 to know when you
are going have its?"
o, groan, and breathe hard, and
foam at the mouth; and when you
hear me snap my teeth like dog
then you'd better look out"
"Well, I'm blamed if 1 amt sorry,
Mister, you come in here. I'm afraid
you'll be more company than
want"
so, don't be uneasy; 1 sometimes
do not have any for months. Let's &c
to sleep;" and I pretended to DROP
off into peaceful slumber.
My companion folled and tum-
bled uneasily for some time, and
then dropped off into a restless
sleep, and soon commenced that old
snore just where he left off whea ]
woke him up. That decided me up
on having a ft, and, with a fearful
snore, and with a horrible groaning,
1 set my nails into his arms, and
my teeth into his shoulder, just hard
enough to nip nicely, but it was
enough for the purpose. With q
terrible yell he sprang from the bed,
and went flying down stairs exclaim-
ing:
30 dear, he's got fits, he's got fits
He's bit piece out Of my shoulderp'
The landlord, with a crowd from
the bar-room, came hurrying up, and
found me just recovering from the
efecta Of the fit; and giving me a
hot toddy from his own private bot
tie, he left me. He carried with him
the clothing of my bed-fellow, who
had turned in on a blanket down
stairs, resolved to be bitten no more
by men having fits.
1t was delicious to have the whole
bed to myself, and 1 luxuriated in it
by stretching myself entirely across
it. had soon dropped into a slum-
Der, peaceful and innocent as my
childhood, when 1 was reused by
some one roughly shaking my
shoulder and saying:
"Wake. up, stranger, and move
over. Half this beds mine"
1 opened my eyes on a six-foot
teamster, who was pulling off his
rough boots. A rough looking
specimen he was; but he annoyed
me most by taking up two thirds of
the bed and crowding me to the
wall. I concluded to try another
fit, and said
"My friendr'
80! shut up your trap, I'm sleepy"
But I thought I'd tell you that I
have fits"
"Well, fit away, SO you don't wake
me-"
"But bite when I have them"
"Well, bite the bed-post, then" "
Now this ought to have convinced
me that he was the wrong customer,
but it didn't; and, waiting until he
was sound asleep, like fool l buck
led in, and set my teeth and nails
into him in splendid style, while
groaned fearfully. 1t was the best
fit had ever had, a perfect success
on my part; but the way that chap
jumped out out of bed and mauled
me around that room was the most
perfect success in pugilistic treat
ment 1 ever experienced. He
brought me out of that fit. He
cured me of it. l don't think I'll
ever have another, but didn't like
his medicine. My eyes all blacked
up, my nose bloodied, lip slit open,
one ear fattened to my head, my
shirt fr0Nt all torn of, and to make
the matter worse the fellow was
asleep in five minutes after, as though
nothing had happened.
The next morning 1 went down
late to breakfast, and all crowded
around to see the man who had fits,
and to tell me that my horse had
been stolen. The mild-looking man,
my first bed-fellow, had gone off
with him.