The weekly Shasta courier., 1873-01-11
A Slow Coach.

When the Patent Screw and Augul
line of railway from Cincinnati termi.
mated at Muddleburg, O.-it has since
become great national thoroughfare-
the unhappy passengers were carried tc
all parts of the civilized world, as well
as to New Jersey, by the old-fashioned
stages. These stages ran crowded
and there was generally contest fol
seats. Gov. Thomas Corwin was tc
leave Muddleburg at midnight, for the
State capital, in a stage. To secure
the best seat, this humorist sat up all
night. At midnight, just as he heard
the stage rattle in, he seized his carpet
sack and overcoat, and rushed out to
find crowd around the stage. With
out saying world, but in great hur-
ry, he bolted in, and ensconced himself
in one corner, upon the back seat. He
fell asleep congratulating himself upon
having been so fortunate, and had a
dim, dreamy consciousness of the stage
rolling away.
When he again wakened, the stage
was at stand-still; the curtains were
all down, the windows up; but enough
daylight got into satisfy him that the
| institution had sdone broke" some
time since. He hastily started up, and
dropping one of the curtains, was per.
fectly amazed to find himself in the
wagon-yard of hotel. Two hogs
were getting their dinner out of ma
nure heap, while a melancholy COW
stood chewing her cud, and working
her tail, to keep it in practice for fly
time. A lazy hostler was entertaining
himself with pitchfork. A further
note of the surroundings satisfied Gov
Corwin that he was in the rear of the
Muddleburg hotel, and that he had
been there from twelve o'clock the
night before. Corwin was a man o.
genius, and it did not take him long tc
discover the cause of this extraordinary
result. He had got into stage that
had come in instead of going out. The
people about this heather conveyance
when he ensconced himself, thought, a:
he learned afterward, that he was q
passenger in search of an umbrella, Oh
some other article left behind.
The Governor opened the door of the
stage very softly, and crept out. He
could not escape, however, the eyes o.
the hostler, who exclaimed in some as
tonishment:
''Hello, Governor, did they forget and
leave yer in de stage?"
"There, there, my man. answered
Corwin, giving him silver dollar
"You keep your fly trap shut, OIL
there'll be a sudden death in youl
family"
"Fore God," exclaimed the hostler
as Corwin walked away, "dat's most
'tronary; the Governor of Ohio done
forgot in stage coach"
Corwin walked to the hotel, deposited
his carpet sack and coat behind the first
door he encountered, and then saunter-
ed into the breakfast room, trying tc
assume the air of man who had moi
slept in wagon-yard all night. While
discussing the oiled sole leather and
muddy coffee, for which the American
people pay hotel prices, friend on the
other side of the table, looking up sud-
denly, exclaimed:
Why, Governor, 1 thought you left
for the capital last night
"Well.' exclaimed Corwin, with one
of the whimsical looks with which he
was want to set the table in roar, 81
was under that impression myself"
SCOT left, did you:"
eyes, l believe was good deal
left"
"How was that, Governor"
"See here, my friend,'' exclaimed
Corwin, carefully depositing his knife
and fork on each side of his plate as il
they were articles of value; " if you will
consent not to press further investiga-
ton on that subject, l will present youl
wife with bonnet more like a coal
scuttle than any now in market. Il
you don't consent" he confined, with
wild energy, seizing his fork, "Tn
murder you"
The story, however, was too good for
Tom to keep to himself, and for years
after he was in the habit of telling how
he slept in stable yard.-Don PiaH.
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