Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1878-02-07
ONE NIGHT OF SWEARING.
The Fearful Sounds that Kept a SleeI
ing-Car Awake All Night.

Ing-Car Awake All Night.
From the Burlington Hawkeye.l
1t was in the Cedar Rapids sleeper
Outside il was as dark as the inside
of an ink bottle. In the sleeping cal
people slept.
Or tried it.
Some of them slept, like Christian
men and women, peacefully and
sweetly and quietly.
Others slept like demons, malig.
nantly, hideously, fiendishly, as
though it was their mission to keer
everybody else awake.
or them, the man in lower number
three was the "boss." When it came
to a square snore with variations
you wanted to count slower three
in, with full hand and pocket oil
rocks,
We never heard anything snore
like him. 1t was the most system
attic snoring that was ever done, even
on one OF those tournaments of snoar-
ing, a sleeping car. He didn't begin
as soon as the lamps were turned
down and everybody was in bed
oh, no. There was more cold
blooded diabolism in his system than
that. He waited until everybody
had had little taste of sleep, just to
see how good and pleasant it was,
and then he broke in on their slum-
bers like a winged, breathing deamon,
and they never knew what peace was
again that night.
He started out with q terrific.
"Gn-r-r-tp"
That opened every eye in the car.
We all hoped it was an accident,
however, and trusting that he
wouldn't do it again, we all forgave
him. Then he blasted our hopes and
curdled the sweet serenity of our for
giveness by long drawn
"Gw-a-h-h-hahl"
That sounded too much like
business to be accidental. Then
every head in the sleepless sleeper
was held of the pillow for a minute,
waiting, in breathless suspense, to
hear the worst, and the sleeper in
lower three went on, in long drawn,
regular cadence that indicated good
staying qualitiis.
Gwa-a-ahi Cwa-a-ahl Cab wah-
wah Gah-wae-wahl Gah-wa-a-
ahi"
Evidently it was going to last all
night, and the weary heads dropped
back on the sleepless pillows. and the
swearing began. 1t mumbled along
in low, muttering tones, like the dis
tant echoes Of a profane thunder
storm. Pretty soon slower three"
gave us little variation. He shot off
a spiteful
"Gwookl"
Which sounded as though his nose
had got angry at him and was going
to strike. Then there was a pause,
and we began to hope he had either
awakend from sleep or strangled to
death, nobody cared very particularly
which. But he disappointed every
body with cultural
"Guroochl"
Then he paused again for breath,
and when he had accumulated
enough for his purpose he resumed
business with a stentorious
"Kowpfl'
l1c idu buiOuSu all Tue lduStS Vi
the nasal gamut, he went up and
down a very chormatic scale of
snores, he ran through intricate and
fearful variations until it seemed that
his nose must be out of Joint in
thousand places. All the night and
all the night through he told his
story.
"Gawohl gurrahl gu-r-r-rl Kowpffl
Gawawwahl gwwahhahl gwock
gwarrtl gwah- whoofl'
Just as the other passengers had
consultedtogether how they might Stay
him, morning dawned, and slower
number three" awoke, Everybody
watched the curtain to see what
OF a man it was that had
made that sleeping car pandemon-
um. Presently the toilet was CON-
pleted, the curtain parted, and slow
er numbef three" stood revealed.
Great heavensl
1t was fair young girl with gol-
den hair, and timid, pleading eyes
like haunted lawns.