The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1872-03-27
Down the Steps--ReIniHisccnce OF "'
Old Nashville Inn.

The following amusing Renaissance con-
nectcd with the history of Il famous Nash
vile hostelry that was numbered among the
institutions of the past long years before the
war. is told by the Franklin Rec'c'r and
Journal. which says that the principal actors
are still living
"While the old inn stood on the square in
Nashville it was the tavorite hotel OF the
travelling public. On one occasion, among
the MANY guests there assembled were liar.
yev H, from Williamson county, and
John c., from Marry county, ultimate
friends. and both conyiyial in their tempeEl-
ment. They had imbibed freely of spirits,
and were in that happy condition in winch
they considered the world all their own.
and were rather noisy in their demonstra-
tions. Some of the visitors complained
of their noise, and the proprietor, after
some persuasion, induced the gentlemen
to retire to bed. lie conducted them to
their room. saw them safely lodged in bed,
waited patiently until they slept, and then
drew the bed, which, rs was then to some
extent fashionable, was attached to the cell
ing by cords, up nearly to the ceiling, raising
them some nine or ten feet from the floor.
Everything passed OF quietly, the gentlemen
Steering soundly until or 2 O'Clock i'll the
morning. when John G., who was sleep
iug behind, called out to his friend Har-
yev, get me the water; the pitcher is Old the
table there in the corner" Harvey demurred
little, but finally yielding to earnest solicit
tations, he threw himself out Of bed, in the
pitch darkness Of the room, to the floor be-
meath. He was unprepared for leap, ana
the shock Of the fall surprised him. Instantly
he coniectureG that he had fallen down
stairs. perhaps through a trap-door, so he got
down on his hands and knees and commenced
uroping about to find some means OF as
cent to the room above. The delay OCCASION
ed bv these movements was torture to John,
who was parched up with thirst. SO he
called out, in language more proiane than
polite: Harvey, what are you doing" The
answer came from the depths below: John,
I fell down stairs and can't find the steps to
get I'D again. well, must come down
there to show you the way up?' i wish
Won would. John, for ! can't find the steps,
John. thoroughly yeXed at the stupidity OF
his friend, spang out OF bed, when 10 he,
too. went whirling through the air into the
distance below, and soon found himself
spruwling on the floor beside his com.
RAMON. Harvey, ] fell down stairs N.Y.
SELF was the first exclamation. Then the
two commenced search for the staircase
ladder, anything 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 discovered pitcher
of water Quenching their thirst, they re-
sumed their search. Their clothing had been
deposited on the foot Of the bed, SO this was
beyond their reach, and the weather was i'll.
tensely cold. They must keep moving CT
freeze. The weary round was kept up until
the gray dawn began to streak the east,
when they ascertained their true condition.
Stcalthily they lowered the bed, hastily
donned their clothing, and only remained
| long enough to pay their bill TO the night
clerk, when, mounting their horses, they
made their trucks for home"