The Osceola times., 1883-08-04
Our Summer Trip.

Well, we are at home again. We
went of on our Summer vacation
left Sunday morning on the steamer
Mark Twain, reached Memphis at Z
O'Clock Sunday evening; promenaded
the streets all day Monday, and got
back home next morning, Tuesday,
delighted, invigorated and reiuvena-
ted by the change of air, grub and
scenery. Oh, it's nice! this thing of
going away from home-touring it,
in Summer. While on the boat,
you are Kept busy shifting from one
side to the other to keep on the shady
side. A bright idea strikes you
which you begin to communicate to
lyour fellow passengers, and immedi
ately the boat whistles to land; the
pilot forgets to let go the cord, you
put your fingers to shut out the in
fernal noise and hold your breath
til you forget what you were gong
to say; the boat lands under steep
high bluff bank, the heat and steam
from the boilers and engines rises
straight up and envelopes you; your
shirt collar willis like a cabbage leaf
in pot of boiling water; the perspl-
ration boils TO the surface at every
pore; little streams go coursing down
your back and collect about the
waistband of your unmentionables,
and you almost wish you were a dig
ger indian or Mississippi river cat
fish. Arrived at your destination
you are beseiged by an army of hack
drivers, who urge You to take a ride
to the "best hotel in town." grab
your grip-sack, Gf you have one), in
about the same gentle manner a
rightful owner would snatch his from
a thief who was trying to get away
with it. long experience has taught
all newspaper men to leave their
baggage at home, and when impor-
tuned by hacknen, he points to the
nearest row of buildings, and with a
knowing wink quietly remarks, 81
live right over there.") AT every
turn the blootblack greets you with
" have shine, sir?" and further on
the man you met years ago at a fish
fry says, Hellow, Rooser, come,
let's take sumthin'; no! quit; we'll,
come-a-see me-" and, but why go
on? you've all been there, and know
all about it, and by common consent
after you have returned to yonr qniet
and peaceful homes, declared you
had pleasant trip and a rattling
good time.
On the way down, and among the
passengers on board the popular
steamer Mark Twain were Mr.. John
Oglesby, of Elmot; Mr.. Peter Brick
ey, Of Osceola; at Nodena, Mr.. M.
Heinz came on board, bound for
New York; Mr.. 7. A. Blackwood
and Mr.. James Howe accompanied
him down the river some twenty-five
miles, to the Ellis plantation, where
they got off and walked back home,
one-and-a-half miles away, "as the
crow flies" Down at Martins store,
in the Devils Elbow neighborhood,
Sheriff Haskins hailed the boat and
walked aboard. To the inquiries as
to what he was doing in this dismal,
out-of-the-way place, he said, "That
having been recently prostrated by
malarial fever, and haying read a
scientific treatise on the tonic effect
of the fluid injected into the human
system by the mosquito when boring
a hole through the skin, he had come
down to this densely timbered region
to fairly test this important scientific
discovery"
After registering at Gaston's in
the most legible hand, by the most
expert penman of the party. we were,
land when we say WE, we mean the
entire party) somewhat surprised
that our friends and city acquain-
tances did not give us an ovation and
overpower us with attention. The
reason was explained when we pick
ed up one of the city's great Daily
and among the list of hotel arrivals
we read, "M. Hung, P. Brickley,
w. B. Hoskins, L. Rossoar." That
settled it. That reporter would be
fired" if he was on a country pa
per; don't you know he would? A
visitor to Memphis never will know
he has been there, if he depends up
ON the nnbl,shed hotel registers and