The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1878-01-12
SLEIIPING-CIR NCE
B"}hegtOn Nu,ctee.

cr. Outside it was dark us tho
inside OF an ink bottle. In tho
sleeping car people slept,
Or tried it,
Some of them slept like Christian
men and women, peacefully and
swcctly and quietly.
Other slept like demons
Indignantly, hideously, fcndishly,
as though 1t was their mission to
keep everybody else awake.
OF these, the man in the lower
number thrco WAS the "boss."
When it camo to square snore
with variations, you wanted to
count slower three in, With a.
full hand and a pocket full of rocks.
We never heard anything snore
like him. 1t was the most sys-
tenlatic snoring that was ever done,
even on one of those tournaments
OF snoring, q slecping-car. He
didn't begin rs soon rs the lamps
were turned down and everybody
WAS III bed. Oh, no. There was
more coid~bloodcu diabolism in his
system than that. He waited until
everybody had had little tasto of
sleep, ust to SEQ how good and
pleasant it was, and then he broke
III on their slumbers like winged,
breathing demon, and they nevor
knew what peace was again that
night.
He started out again with terrific
"Gn-r-r-r--t y
That opened every eye in the car.
We all hoped il was IN accident,
however, and trusting that he
wouldn't do it again, We all forgave
him. Then he blasted our hopes
and cnrdlcd tho sweet serenity of
ON forgiveness by long drawn
"Gw-a Ii -h-h~hah !"
That sounded too much like
business to be accidental. Then
every head in that sleopless sleeper
was held of the pillow for minute,
waiting in brcathlcss suspense to
hear the worsy, and the sleeper in
Clover three" went on, in long
drawn, regular cadences that in,
dcated good staying qualities
"Gwa-a-ah Gwa~a-a>ah! Cab.
wah Gahwaw-wah Gahwa a-a-ah!"
Evidently it was going to last all
night, and the weary heads dropped
back on the slcepless pillows and
the swearing began. It mumblpd
along i'll low, muttering tones, like
tho distant echoes Of profane
thunder storm. Pretty soon slower
three" gave us little variation.
Hc shot off in a spitcful
"GOol -
Which sounded as though his
nose had got mad at him and was
going to stliko. Then thoro was
pause, and VIC began to hopo he had
either awakened from sleep or
stranglcd to death nobody cared
very particularly which. But ho
disappointed everybody with q
Suttcral:
"Gurooch y
Then he paused again for breath,
and when he had accumulated
enough for his purpose he resumed
business with q stcntorious:
@Kowpf!"
That nearly shot the roof off tho
car. Then he went on playing such
fantastic tricks with his nose, and
breathing things that would make
the immortal gods weep, if they did
but hear him. 1t seemed a matter
incredible, it seemed m utter, pre-
postcrous impossibility that any
human being could make the mon
strous, hidcous noises with it's
breathing machine that tho follow
in CLOVER threo" was making with
his. Ito ran through all tho ranges
of the nasal gamut, ho went up and
down very chromatic scale Of
snorcs, he ran through intricate and
fearful variations until it seemed
that his nose must DO out Of joint
in thousand places. All the night
and all night through he told his
story.
"Gawoh gurrahl gu-r-r-r!
Kowpf! Gaw awwah gawah-hah!
gawah-hah! gwockl gawa-rt
gwah hhll whoof."
Just as tho other passengers had
consulted together how they might
slay him, morning dawned and
'1ower number three awoke.
Everybody watched tho curtain to
sec what manner of man it was that
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