The daily gazette., 1883-05-05
PANORAMA OF A NIGHT.
Four Views OF the World sketched in
the Darkest Hours.
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the Darkest Hours.
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1t Is night. policeman awakes with
sudden start and moves around the cOrner,
having a secret fear at bis heart that he had
slept through an that night, all next day and
far into tomorrow night, 1t was night in q
great city. The poker and faro rooms are In
full blast, 10, 900 loafers are holding down
street corners. and here and there an intoxi-
Gated alderman can be seen making his way
to policy shup or gathering of the pave
ment ring. Under cover of darkness, first
manufactured over 5000 years ago, the hotel
beat lowers his duds FROM the fourth story
window; all who have dead-he tickets
start for the opera house; hundreds of young
men set out to spark; reporters look for
ward to fires, robberies and n urders, and
church choirs meet to rehearse and wrangle
and lay in clubs for each other.
IT'S night in the country. The stock has
been fed, the squeal of the pig is hushed,
and the tired horse muches at his corn and
wonders why his master throws in so many
cobs without kernel on them. The watch
dog sits at the gate, perfectly willing to
chew up any OF the neighbors for cent,
and within the farm house all is serene, or
would be if John Henry could fiud the grease
for his boots, Mary Ann could find her
novel, the old man could discover the hiding
place OF the bootjack, and the mother solve
| the mystery Of how some of her neighbors
managed to get dress costing two shilling
per yard while she had nothing but calico.
'Tis night on the ocean. The proud
steamer sails gallantly on and on, the cap
tain snoring in his berth, the mates playing
euchre, the lookouts asleep, and everything
| in readiness to swear, in case OF collision,
that it was all the other vessels fault. Moth
| ing is heard but the steady beat of the pro
| peller, the groans of the immigrants, and
the voices of men and women declaring that
| anybody who plans an ocean voyage Tor
pleasure ought to be shot. The sportive dol
| phin gambols away his hard earnings, the
whale rolls over for another nap, and the
business like shark follows in the wake to
pick up any opportunities which may tumble
overheard.
IT'S night on the prairie. The redmen
gather about the camp fire TO count the
scalps they have taken within the last week
and to grumble at the government for not
| furnishing them port wine and repeating
| rifles The white hunter and trapper curle
| himself up to wonder where he can find old
bones for breakfast, and to realize what Q
| fool he has made of himself, and the gaunt
wolf shoulders his empty stomach and set'
out in search of something to make lif'
worth living for.
Night grows apace. In the city the Wearl
wife takes her place in the hall with club ii
hand. In the country the old folks fal
into bed aweary with the work of the day
and the young people spark and pop corn
On the ocean the sea sickers continue Il
grow worse, and the songs of the mermaid
fail fiat. On the prairie the Indians tinall.
decide to make war in the spring, the hun
ter falls asleep to dream of eating his boot
for dinner, and the wolf meets a wildca
and offers to toss up to see which eats tn
| other.