The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1872-03-28
IDAHO WORLD.
aDowN THE STEPS"
OF AN OLD NASHVILLE INN.

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REMISIscENcE OF AN OLD NASHVILLE INN.
The following amusing Renaissance,
connected with the history of a famous
Nashville hosterly that was numbered
among the institutions of the past, long
years before the war, is told by the
Franklin Reuieao and journal, which
says that the principal actors are still
living-one in Maury and the other in
Williamson:
While the old inn stood on the square
in Nashville, it was the favorite hotel
of the travelling public. On one occa-
sion, among the many guests there as
sembled, were Harvey H, from
Williamson county, and John c.,
from Maury county, intimate friends,
and both convivialin their temperament.
They had imbibed freely of spirits, and
were in that happy condition in which
they considered the world all their own,
and were rather noisy in their demon
strations. Some of the visitors COM
planned of their noise, and the proprie-
tor, after some persuasion, induced the
gentlemen to retire to bed. He con-
Quoted them to their room, saw them
safely lodged in bed, waited patiently
until they slept, and then drew the bed
which, as was then to some extent fash
ionable, was attached to tle ceiling by
cords, up nearly to the ceiling, raising
them some nine or ten feet from the floor
Everything passed off quietly, the gen
tlemen sleeping soundly until one or
two o'clock in the morning, when John
c., who was sleeping behind, called
out to his friend, Harvey, get me the
water; the pitcher is on the table there
in the corner" Harvey demurred a
little, but finally yielding to earnest So
icitations, he threw himself out of bed
in the pitch darkness of the room, to
the floor beneath. He was unprepared
for leap, and the shock of the fall sur
prised him. Instantly he conjectured
that he had fallen down stairs, perhaps
through trap-door; so he got down on
his hands and knees and commenced
cropping about to find some means of
ascent to the room above. The delay |
occasioned by these movements was
torture to John, who was parchcd up
with thirst. So he called out, in Ian
guage more profane than polite: "Harv.
What in the - are you doing?' The /
answer came from the depths below:
John! fell down stairs and can't find
thesteps to get up there again "Well, |
must come down there, to show you
the way up?" 81 wish you would, John,
for I'm - if | can find the steps"
John, thoroughly vexed at the stupidity
of his friend, sprang out of bed, when
lol he, too, went whirling through the
air into the distance below, and soon
found himself sprawling on the floor
beside his companion. "By - Harv!
| fell down stairs myself" was his first
exclamation. Then the two commenced
a search for the staircase, ladder, any
thing to enable them to get out of this
deep abyss, Round and round they
went, upon their hands and knees. They
found table, upon which they discov.
cred a pitcher of water Quenching
their thirst, they resumed their search.
Their clothing had been deposited on
the foot of the bed, so this was beyond
their reach, and the weather was in
tensely cold. They must keep moving
or freeze. The weary round was kept
up until the gray dawn began to streak
the east, when they ascertained their
true condition. Stealthily they lower
ed the bed, hastily donned their cloth
ing, and only remained long enough to
pay their bill to the night clerk, when,
their horses, they made tracks
for home,
HE ONLY DIFFICULTY.-Uncle Peter,
L. a.. Il IL /