Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1875-11-19
A Night Among Vikings.

The scene is laid in Gamie Norge, in
Norway, visited by some English lady
travellers, one of whom describes it: l
have not told you of the interruption of
our first nights repose in our new home.
Nestled in elder down and lulled by the
drone of the air through the stovepipe,
| had fallen asleep while sending home
thoughts and longings over the wild wa
ters which we were SO glad to be done
with. / woke suddenly, my heart beat
ing wildly with fright, to find the room
quite dark and filled lth a sound so un-
earthly that for an n4stant dared not
move. The cry ceased and arose again
long, weird, melancholy, discordant.
Before it died away ] was at the window
with Janet, who was equally startled,
and had hurried to my room that we
might meet the catastrophe together
Again it came. This time louder, near
er-was taken up at some distance, and
swelled into horrid chorus, and ceased
just as all the neighboring clocks struck
twelve. The watchmen, only the
watchmen," affirmed Janet. She was
right and calming ourselves to this bit
of common sense went to bed again, to
sleep till morning Now please don't
think ! exaggerated the hideous unearth-
illness of the sound how it can proceed
|
from human lungs am at a loss to i'm
agine. l believe they do assist nature
by using some kind of horn. Imagine
number of donkeys, lunatic, heart
broken and gifted with articulation, pa
rading the street at dead of night to
awake the inhabitants with the informa-
tion that the clocks are soon expected to
strike, that the wind is blowing (gener-
ally) southwest, and consequently rain
pouring from a cloudy sky, but that 9TH
erwise "all's well" and everybody may
go to sleep Imagine all this, and
you have an idea of what the Bergenese
endure every hour of every night all the
year round. | never heard it without
thinking of the dead carts plying through
the streets of a plague-stricken city to
the doleful cry Bring out your dead"
A TRUE STORY. Y.-Dr. Harlow has a
large shaggy black dog, whose name is
Rover. Rover's kennel is by the side of
the barn. During July and August.
the family noticed with wonder that he
would not go into the kennel, but slept
outside every night He would allow
no dog to 60 in or about the barn, or
near his kennel.
One day as the doctors daughter sat
by window, she thought she heard the
" peep of chickens. Fastening to the
barn. she found there hen with a brood
of eleven chickens. She called the host
Ter and the moment he saw the hen he
exclaimed There is the hen that has
been missing so long!" Search was
made, and it was found that she had
laid her eggs and hatched her chickens
in the dogs kennel, Rover quietly Civ
ing up his quarters to her. When they
were cared for, he went back to his ken
mel.
The following singular ephitaph is to
be found upon an old gravestone in
Maine in the cemetery of the town of
Winslow:
Here lies the body Of Richard Thomas.
An ingiishman by birth.
Whig Of '76,
By occupation a cooper
Now food for worms.
Like an old rum puneheor
Marked. mum bered and shocked,
HI will be raised again
And finished by his creator.
lie died Sept. q, lS24.
Aged IS
America. my adopted country my bsst advice to ycu
is this. take care Of your liberties"