Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1875-03-10

"a '"O CHtIe VI the room,
with loaded revolver in each hand
to watch over my family. Ny wife
lay down, but not to sleep. lis
tened uneasily to the oaths and
drunken revelry o. about so va.
queros, herders and desperate char
acters Of all kinds in the ID dining
bar-room. Occasionally a drunken
rough wonld tumble at the door.
and push it open with the remark,
Lets see what's in here" Tho
intruder's first glance would fall
on the figure of man (myselD sit
ting few feet from the door; he.
would see the nuzzles of two nick
le-plated revolyers staring him in
the eye, and he would hear the re-
mark; "You git; this Is a private
room" "All right, captain" would
be the response; "you hold c good
hand"
can hour of this kind of watcho
ing was enough to wear down my
nerves, when suddenly I heard in
the attic above some sharp words,
a noise as of a bottle breaking, and,
then came On unextinguishabls
sound of shuffiing, smashing OF
glass, and yells Of terror. Let me
go back and explain. The natur-
alist had picked out mattrass for
himself early in the evening, and
deposited at the head of it his sat-
chel OF specimens and the pickle
jar containing the tarantula. When
he went up stairs to go to roost he
found his satchel,, after cropping
round in the dark, but his shake
down had disappeared.
where's my bed, boysr he
asked.
"'Gone up Salt Creek said Far
ranti, the contortionist.
"The boys knew where the mat
rass Lad gone, but they wouldn't
ell.
81 guess that fellow at the end
las got it," said Nat Austin the :,
'lown, 81 heard him saying bis bed
vas too thin, and that the boards
nrt his bones.
"The naturalist stumbled along.
1e boys giving him sly trips with %
heir feet. He did waken up "tho -i
'llow at the end" Sam Graham.
le ring-master who had retired N5
bed very much out of sorts
it'll the miserable sleeping accom-
odations, and Sam gave him such 1i
copions objuration that he retired
his vacant cot considerably dis
lsted. Then he begged and whin-
Tor his mattrass, and the boys
cred him. Then he got mad; n
ome one give me a match he "a
I'D. No one would give him the
cans of striking light, and ho
,iled over" .--- .aT
Cd d-n you, you miserable II
.unks you amt got my bed, hey.
ere's the tarantula, maybe you
n give him a bed, to snooze on.
guess you'll find u light now" ,
"The next moment the party
ere almost petrified with horror
hearing the pickle jar smashed b
the floor. W
The 20 men gave simultaneous
II, jumped up, huddled Mt FIRST
two groups at either end Of tho n,
'm' The naturalist had sprung "a
t and descended the stairs. Ino6s
cir horrified excitement nobody
nld find the door, and everybody
'tinctively stood on the toes of
Fir naked feet. Romeo Sebas-
n, the rider, took a header out 20
'ough the window, smashing the sal
n, and landed on the veranda %
tside- The trapeze man, clown gal
some of the acrobats caught di
d of the rafters. and the ring 1o9
ster hoped around in the dark rb
his toes, calculating "Ah Lordy, leo
rdy." Leopold, tho horizontal aol
performer, grasped o rafter,
! in q second was 10 feet out of yss
way calculating, ''shoot tho -
So There were also stentorian -
uts for lights, which added va. rb
y to the commotion. sift3ssqsas
Is the naturalist rushed down
stairway, which was on thar
side Of the house, he stuinblsd rs
fell to the bottom. sdiiu .orlss,s
he bacchanalian crew down
rs, bearing the crash of thu u,
aow-glass, and the crj es of the "a
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