Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1873-07-10
and fish, pastry and cakes, fruit and con.

and flsh, pastry ana cakes, iruit ana con-
fectionery.
Hans had now an opportunity to eat his
fill of the best yet he soon began to COM
plain. "Ah, why am not all stomachy
am so soon satisfed-if could eat all
day, that would he a pleasure worth hav-
ing"
dancers in the next room; but he had
eaten so greedily that he was soon out Of
breath. 1t was now evening, and he was
shown to room where everything was
arranged for the greatest comfort; easy
chair, sofa, and bed, all were equally in
viting Hans was really tired, and slept
soundly till late the next morning, for the
daylight was carefully shut out, and, as
there was no noise to disturb him. But
this was his last good nights rest for
many weeks. He learned that more was
needed to make him sleep refreshing than
quiet room and a comfortable bed.
Again and again he tossed about all night
long wishing for the sleep which comes
so readily after hard work.
One day was like another, filled with
eating and drinking, dancing and loung-
ing, trying to pass away the time. The
easy, idle life became torment to Hans.
| "Alas, alas!' sighed he, 'what is the use
of delicious food when l am not hungry,
| of drink when am not thirsty, of rest
when I am not tired? Oh, if were only
| at home once more! How good everything
tasted there! If there were only potatoes
| for dinner, l always had hunger for a
| sauce, and now know it is the best. II
l had no wine, there was always clear,
| cold water, and it did not give me the
headache. How glad should be to feel
hungry now! And this continual tiddling
will certainly drive me out of my senses
What if Katrina has been sick, or the
baby? What if''-he grew frightened at
| the thought-"they should be no longer
| livingv' He tried to remember how long
| it had been since he left home, but the
| people in the FOOLS Paradise kept no &C
count of time.
"The best thing for me is to go home al
once exclaimed he; and he started up
feeling more like man than ever before
in his life. He reached the gate, and was
about to pass through, when-he rubbed
his eyes-could it be possible? there was
no gate, but walls reaching to the sky
built of solid confectionery!
While he was gazing, almost in despair
he was suddenly surrounded by hundred.
of the people of the land, IN the shape o
apes with long ears, who danced anC
shouted, "You can't get out! You can
get out'
! Hans grew furious, and struck right ant
left with his fists. But it was all in vail
If he could strike, SO could they; ant
he was one, and they were many. AT last
a tremendous blow quite-waked him up
He found himself under the trees, will
one of his fellow -workmen, who wa
| laughing heartily. AS soon as he coult
speak, he said, "What have you beer
| dreaming, Hans? You are a sound sleep
er, and good fighter. Come, the boss il
king where you are"
Hans worked, that afternoon, as he hat
never worked before, and when he wen
home he astonished Katrina by tossin!
the baby above his head, and shouting
=" Hurrah n' She was still more astonlsh
ed while they were at the table; for h
said, "What a capital support" though
was only rye bread, cheese, and coffe
| without milk.
They say that Hans Peter never wishes
to take second journey to the Fool
Paradise.-Wh0t Merit.