The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1878-08-16

BY the by, did you ever sit in the rear
end of the car, and look along the line
of ears that stretch the car-length in
front OF youP NeverP Then try il.
You win laugh, II your ribs can be
tickled. Who would suppose that there
were such broad differences In ears, and
such individuality to them? The last
time l went out Of the Fitchburg depot,
on my way north, l took look ut the
ears along the ear. Sixteen in a row
there was the little pink ear, and the big
red ear; the ear with hair round tbs
edges and mole on the back side; and
the ear that stood out, and the ear thai
stuck tight to the head the ear that was
big ut the top and small ut the bottom,
and the ear that was big both at the top
and the bottom. FunnyP guess il
was funny. | sat and looked at them,
and imagined the characters they rep
resented, wondered how they came to
be as they were, and who was RESPONSE
bic for some Of them.
After you have studied the ears, Just
step to the front-end Of the car and take
a look at the noses. Speaking Of noses,
there was a nose on that train. Indeed,
in my car there were 40 noses until 10
o'clock; after that there was only one.
They made up the berths at half past 9,
and it only took 80 minutes for that nose
TO assert itself. There was trumpet, a
clarionet, fish horn, a snare drum, and
pair Of cymbals inside that one nose.
In fact, It was a full band of itself. Its
possibilities were simply astounding.
Ii was in good practice and opened
its concert artistically. Its prelude was
in the minor key; but | have had ex-
perience in such noses, and could not
be deceived. l knew what was coming
and prepared myself. At last II came.
What a noisei It actually drowned the
roar Of the train. IL filed the car, and
flowed out by the ventilators.
"What's thatP" said heavy bass
voice.
WHAT'S hdt7" startlingly interro-
gated tenor.
"WHAT's THAT?" timidly calculated
soprano.
The answer soon came. Again the
torrent Of sound rushed out OF the mon
strous nostrils. Bigp Yes, they must
have been big-big as a bootleg. 1t
takes room for such a noise to get out.
"Oh!" said the bass voice.
on ~ repeated the tenor.
"OH!" re-echoed the soprano.
Then silence.
Nothing more was said for perhaps ten
minutes, while the nose warmed to its
work. II put forth its variations. No
two snores were alike. One would be-
gin with slight quaver, run up an ever
deepening vibration and then explode
The next would be one tremendous ex-
plosion--no warning of its beginnings no
premonition Of its closing. Then there
would follow succession of claps, each
distinct, self-assertive, cumulative. Now
il was bass snore, then tenor, then an
alto, then variation between an alto
and soprano. But whatever the key,
and whatever mode, The force was never
lacking. 1t was strong, terribly strong.
:" Il can't stand this," said the bass
voice.
~ can'tsstand thisln repeated the
tenor.
~ can't stand Misir cried the So
ptano.
Laugh? lay on my back and laughed
! rolled over on my side and laughed. /
showed up the window, put my head out,
and laughed; laughed with spasmodic
action Of the heels. Still the man snored
on. Five minutes passed. The nose
was executing one of its most intricate
and impressive passages. IL began with
a tremolo, rolled and roarcd itself up
ward, along rising gamut Of sound,
until il burst with snort.
"Porterl'' called the bass voice.
{" Porter n" sounded the tenor.
"OH! PoRTER!!i" shrieked the So
prano.
The porter came, hurrying in, follow
ed by the conductor with his lantern.
was standing in the passage-way op-
poste the berth which the nose occu-
pied, trying 70 hold myself together in
the middle.
" What are you crying for?" asked
the conductor.
That instant the nose burst forth!
The conductor looked astonished.
He explained afterwards that he had
heard good deal Of snoring in his nine
years service, but nothing like that.
"We must wake him ups he said.
"Oh, yes; wake him up" said the