The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1872-04-06
Reminiscencc Of an Old Nashville Inm.

! The following "Reminiscences, connect
ell with the history of a famous. Nash.
| vile hosiery that was numbered
among the institutions of the past long
years before the war, is told by the
Franklin " Review and Journal
are still living:
"Whilc the old inn stood on the
square in Nashville it wasethc f:lvorite
hotel Of the travelling public. On one
occasion, among the many guests there
assembled, were Harvey II, from
Williamson county, and John c.,
| from Maury county, intimate friends,
and both convivial in their tempera-
ment. They had imbibcd freely of
spirits, and We're in that happy condi-
tion in which they considered the world
! all their own, and were rather noisy in
their demonstrations. Some of the Wis
itors complained of their noise, and the
proprietor, after some persuasion, in
duced the gentlemen to retire to bed.
He conducted them to their room, saw
them safely lodged in bed, waited pa
tiently until they slept, and then drew
the bed, which as was then to some cN-
tent fashionable, was attached to the
ceiling by cords, up nearly to the cell
ing, raising them some nine or ten feet
from the floor. Everything passed off
quietly, the gentlemen sleeping sound
ly until l or , O'Clock in the morning,
when John G., who was sleeping
behind, called out to his friend: liar
vey, get me the water; the pitcher is
on the table there in the corner 1Iar-
vey demurred a little, but finally yield
ing to earnest solicitations, he threw
himself out of bed, in the pitch dark
ness of the room, to the floor beneath.
He was unprepared for a leap, and the
shock of the fall surprised him. In
stantly he conjectured that he had fallen
down stairs, perhaps through a 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 parched up with thirst. so
he called out, in language more pro-
fame 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 up again
Well, must l come down there, to
show you the way up" & wish you
would John, for l can't find the steps,
ty of his friend, sprang out of bed, when
10 he, too, went whirling through the
air into the distance below, and soon
found himself sprawling on the floor
beside his companion. Harvey, l fell
down stairs myself was the first ex-
clamatiOn. Then the two commenced
a search for the staircase, Il 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 a table, upon which they
discovered a pitcher Of water. 1uencll-
ing their thirst, they resumed their
search. Their clothing had been de-
posted on the foot of tho bed, so this
was beyond their reach and the weather
was intensely cold. They must keep
moving or freeze. The weary round
was kept up until the gray dawn began
to streak the cast, when they ascertain
ed their true condition. Stcalthily
they lowered the bed, hastily donncd
their clothing, and only remained long
enough to pay their bill to the night
clerk, when, mounting their horses,
they made tracks for home.
They tell ia woman out in Wisconsin
who has done her family sewing for
twenty years with Il single paper of
needles presented to her on her we'd
ding day, and they say the supply has
not given out yet. The inconsidcrate
papers out there commend the cconO-
my and care of the old lady, but if all
housewives were like her what would
become Of the cnccdic-nakcrS: 1t would