Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1876-10-11

| and my neaO was now, aS IL were, TlloQ
with gas, and fast becoming balloon,
swelling O 1T rapidly, and rising -rising.
Yes, there was no doubt about, it and
[ was slightly alarmed, but perfectly
helpless. My feet had certainty left
the ground, and I was going up-up-
up, till I found that it was only an I'M
agination; for though my heels had
| left the ground, it was only for few
seconds, and was now lying fiat, with
my head resting on one of the gnarled
roots of an elm tree-one of the half
dozen in the clump, which had evident
| ly fallen into high state of delight, and
were Waiting round and round me in
the most ludicrous fashion.
Then the fence that [ had clambered
began it's tricks-now raising, now fall
ing as if to crush me, until the palings
nearly touched my nose, and, then ris-
ing again to bend over in the other
| direction.
The feeling of GOODNESS that [ had
felt in my head now began to steal
all down my back, and along my legs
and arms, till it reached the extremi-
| ties when like some heavy gas it began
| to flow back again, inch by inch to my
spinal marrow, and then slowly along
it to my head.
Next my heart began to futter in a
strange way, just as if 1t had been sud-
denly endowed with a pair of doves
wings and was trying to fly out of my
breast; and all the time the sensation of
lightness went on increasing, until [
seemed to be lifted up and dropped
down, again and again, till took tight
~ hold of an old piece of root with enc
| hand, wondering the while what was
coming next.
And the cigar? An, that was sticking
still between two of my fingers. 1t had
gone out, and it didn't matter. / did
not want to light it again, for | felt as if
I had had enough, especially when at
the end of few moments there came
the sensation of having just swallowed
a small powder in a spoonful of jam,
and not liking it at all.
Ugh That was the most dreadful
part of the whole affair, worse even
than the throb, throb, throb that came
now in my head, just as if drops of
molten lead were falling from one tenn
pie to the other, and then being forced
back again.
I believe I groaned just then, and
wondered whether was going to die.
I know / mentally declared that the
cheroot must have been a horribly bad
one, and I recalled the fact that [ had
often heard men say that some cigars
were so bad they could not smoke them,
and this must have been one of the bad
ones.
"I'n never buy another of tsihat fell
low" I said to myself.
And then yawned frightfully, and
uttered another groan.
At last fresh thought entered my
mind. This was not the effects Of the
cigar, but of indigestion-those hard
suety buildings which we had for din
ner.
"Perhaps," I thought, +" a few whiffs
might do me good"
| sat up against the palings, and
with hands trembling, and q cold per.
SEPARATION standing out all over my fore
i head, felt for the matchbox, struck
light, and placing the cigar end be-
tween my lips, drew and pulled till it
was once more we'll allght.
i How strong it tasted this time, and
how hot and pungent seemed the
smoke! It wouldn't go right either
but seemed to treat my mouth like al
RECONSTRUCTED chimney, and ran back
ward down my throat, and made me
choke; got up my nose, and made me
sneeze; into my eyes till was half
blinded; and then-oh how I shud-
dered, and felt pale all over. | must
be going to die. [ never felt so strange
before-it was simply horrible; and
leaned back against the palings, the
cigar dropped from between my fin
gers, and then [ slid sidewise to the
earth, and lay gasping for air, faint and
helpless. for that was a very, very
strong old cheroot, with g. rankness in
it's nature that [ should not even care
to foster now.
How long remained there cannot
tell-it must have ben an hour before I
felt sufficiently recovered to sit up; and
nearly another Def ore I climbed tn
, fence, and stood swaying on the othe
side, feeling SO far from like a free
booter, that I imagined I must have
| committed a murder to have been il
: such state of horrible nervousness
| and dread. remember casting ava,
the matchbox and sneaking in at tn
: side door and up to the dormitories
' where I hastily crawled into bed, sink
ing soon after into a vacuity-hal
: stupor, half sleep-from which wa
l awakened by shrill voice at my side
crying out
"Plee, Sir, here's Jones, Sir, in hi
: bed"
Then the figure of an usher doomed
near me, and series of questions be
gan, to all of which | responded wit
signs and the plea of a sick headache
Then up came the house-keeper t.
feel my pulse and head, and declar
, me free from fever.
a "He'H have to see the doctor in tn
morning." said the dame.
s But did not, fer got up next morn
8 ing as well as any of my school chums
i and I did not try another cigar tina
I half.
e The Brooklyn Argus announces il
a third anniversary thus: With thi
j. ;es,7o the Ar0alS celebrated its third ar