Richland beacon., 1877-08-04
Detroit Free Press
DIR. UEBBS ENCJ RSION

If you had looked into the corridor Mt the
Central Station yesterday afternoon you would
have seen a long. shiny nose sticking through
the barred door Of cell No. !, and you NIGH,
have heard lonesome VOICE crying ont:
"Purtn me IN here won't make bt OF
difference! I'll rip and tear all the harder
when git outr
His name is Webb He is the oldest son Of
an old farmer IN Greenfield Township. lie
was in town the other day with produce, and
jus, rs he was ready 10 leave the market
boy approached him and asked if he dldn
want 10 buy church excursion ticket for halt
price II was to be a beautiful excursion, the
boy said, with ice-cream, and lemonade. and
handsome urls, and bashiul widows all over
the boat. and there would be soft music By
the banl, sweet singing by the choir, and
shadowy angels would hover near 10 pick mp
the awful good children who tumOled over
board.
I'm right there, bub, replied the olacst
son. as he went down INTO his vest for
quarter; and lie further said that he'd been
for years harkeriug to 20 on boss excursion
| up the rivcr.
! The ticket read that the boat would leave
! her dock Al sharp g o clock a. IN. of Thursday.
! The Oldest son was on time. He went To-
| the foot of Woodward avcnuc and kept his
eye looking for the steamer Northwest He
didn't see any church deacon> around. No
crowds Of white ruhed children surrounded
! him. Al ten O'Clock the oldest son pulled ont
his card, walked up to knot OF men amt
remarked.
| HAS this excursion gone
| l,.l Of -,
as he read the ticket, took place three weeks
ago tins morning"
And I'm lcltl'
YES, >ir-you are Just twen'y days and
/ some odd hours too late"
Il paid two snltngs for this ticket. grimly
observed the oldest son. alt call, for an
excursion. I've got bread and butter and
ham and curran,s, aud pint bottle full of tea
in this basket, and I'm going on the excursion
or know the reason why.
There are several reasons why" laughed
the crowd.
"Genremen, ,rot out your steamboat! SAID
Mr.. Webb.
They laughed again.
':Gentlemen, give you Just two minute,
10 pull your old steamer around here!'
More laughing.
| "GcNtlemen, IN no blowhard. | want my
rights, and I'm going to have EN-. AIM
going 10 plank down Two >hilngs in cash, ST
up halt night to grease my boots, sew on
buttons and oil up my hair ride twelve mile,
in an oldkwao0n and find the boat gone, and
not let folks know how feel aboat il. Bring
on your boat
we don't own no boat" they answered.
Cant help i'll hold you responsible
Puff your old boat around here or Ill clint
the whole town.
He put down his bundle and went in, the
, odds being eleven 10 one, He hadn't spit OF
his hands over three times before he was al
twisted out of shape, and a good share of hi:
body damned into an old cheese box.
policeman pried him cut, nntied the knots in
his legs, smoothed out the kinks in his spinal
column. and led him away TO the station.
"Don't that call for an excursion? 2" demand
ed Mr. Webb, as he slammed his ticket down
before the captain. at does, if know how
, 10 read, and now where is the excursions'
'Gone," was the brier answer
, swell. haint gone. I'm right here. In,
waiting for that boat, and if she doesn't come
| II wade mp and down this town like festive
cyclone! I'll give you just two minutes to
put me aboard of the excursionn