Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-10-12

cry visitor in the place twists away from
the writhing fascination and turns out OF
bed. We have heard of sounds that
would wake the dead, but they are gen
orally associated with sharp and sudden
calls to action, with blasts and peals and
vigorous music, but these torture sounds
OF the Alpine horn, 50 full of misery, de-
lection, agony, and concentrated pain,
dcpress the spirits, unnerve the system,
and would make the ''sheeted dead" both
"squeak and gibber" in the streets of
Rome-or any where else, for that mat
ter. ...... a
No wonder that The servants at the
HiShi have such q haunted look, seeing
that they are awakened by the Alpine
horn every morning of their lives through
out the summer, and no wonder that the
800 or 400 visitors to the Kuhn issue
forth to see the sunrise as if they were
going to their trial, and were certain to
be condemned to death. The mournful
echoes OF the horn at length ended, there
is at least an obvious sense Of movement
throughout the hotel. There is a tumb-
ling about of boots, a CROPPING for match
es in the dark, a dull, low murmur of
suppressed sound, butnot word spoken,
not a sound of laughter heard, scarcely
whisper IN the huge building It is all
too dreadful, too solemn and too myste-
rious. Just come and stand with me In
one of the corridors, and lean over the
bannisters and watch this peculiar
scene. The house is sombre and half
black, and through the open door it is
what Mr.. Tennyson calls "dewy dark
above the mountain pine" The people
creep down stairs, silent and speeches..
Down they tramp, monotonously
regular and dreadfully depressed,
and remind me OF the convicts I have
seen at Bentonville prison issuing forth
to their daily exercise Stumbling and
and jostling against one another, half
sleepy and half in a dream, rubbing
their eyes and occasionally gruntiny or
coughing, but never speaking, they leave
the darkness within for the darkness
without. Let us follow them to the dark
purple hill, so chilly cold in this moment
antecedent to the dawn. The inevitable
result OF being awakened before the
proper time is infallibly loss of temp
er and depression of spirits. I am con-
WINGED that ''getting out of bed the wrong
side" really means getting out of bed at
the wrong hour. / can well appreciate
the complaint of the cruelty abused slug
gard: "You have walked me too soon, let
me slumber again." Was there ev er
more natural cry? I pity that poor slug
gard from my heart. He was victim
to over-activity. There was absolute
pain on the csuntenances Of these men,
women and children who had been struck
with the sorrow of the Alpine horn, and
came out here to see the sunrise.
How could the men fail to look
dirty and the women hideous?
Alas! for the unshaven and
the neglected compilations! No one in
the world fooks we'll who is tumbled out
Of bed at 3 o'clock in the morning; and
even Venus herself required little dew
or foam to make her presentable after her
slumbers. What an unfair test is this
'saccusing morn,' as one poet has Won
derfully expressed! The army of Bonn
bastes Furloso was never arrayed in such
fashion; and the regiment of Falstaff
was not Il the hunt. Coats, shawls, rugs,
ulster coats, Waterproofs and wells had
been put on higgledy-piggedly and any
how. did not observe the blankets and
sheets which in the Old days, were dragg-
ed off the beds until protest was made
against their misuse: but husband and
wife used, by way Of shawl, the catpets
at the foot Of the bed, and one solemn.
looking German, with long gray beard,
stalked about in military cloak, at the
at the base of which hung his wife's VIC
let petti-oat, and he looked a strange
cross betweenl u dancing dervish and Greek
priest. There was scarcely energy enough
IN the mixed assemblage for smile as
this grim man paraded about, and the
struggle of the moment was to get
corner sheltered from the chilly wind
that seized upon the mountain and at
tackled the very marrow