Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1885-12-29
A sonnambulistic Cycione.

A Sonnambulistic Cyclone.
FROM tAe Macon (Gd.l Telegraph.
The party was bound f~ Washington
to be present at the funeral OF Gen. Robert
Eo0mos. A lawyer, a railroad manager,
a commercial tourist, a brakeman, a
tramp, and newspaper man we're the
component elements.
1t was on the Georgia railroad, and
there was hot box.
Not the hot box WI 'ch delLvs trains ava
causes pious railroad men to forget their
religion, but box, a car, coach, or
whatever else you please to call 1t, built
and equipped for the oOnvenI, nee OF
travellers. 1t was hot because the stove
was.
The stove was red bot.
The party was close to the red hot stove,
smoking fragrant six.for-a-quarter cigars,
and wonderiugif Camak would be reached
before daylight.
"Know Tom WillinghamH'
This was sort of general inquiry ut
tered by the lawyer, and intended for any,
body or nobody.
Anybody failed to reply, and nobody
The lawyer bored hole through his
cigar, perhaps to aid it's drawing power,
tried 1t again, removed it from his lips
with look OF disgust, and laid IL upon
The top of the red-hot stove, intending, no
doubt, to see ii IL would explode before it
would burn.
tom Willingham Is a Macon lawyer"
This was said by the lawyer, after salts
Tying himself that the cigar would neither
explode nor burn.
"rom Willingham went down 70
loom bsborO, not long ago, to look after a
law case for one of his clients. Great
place for cyclones, Toombsboro.
Tom WillIngham spent the night there. He
slept with a man named Green in a room
al the hotel. Green talked in his sleep.
About O'Clock in the morning, he cot to
dreaming OF cyclones. He mOaned and
groaned, and finally turned over sudden
ly, punched Tom Willingham in the side
and screamed:
"'Cyclone! Hotels blowing away Run
to your hoiesp
tom Willingham waKed up. Not grad
ually. but suddenly, and in dire alarm.
He sprang out Of bed and rushed to the
door.
Where's the cyclOneP he yelled. ur-
locking the door and dancing into the
hall.
Landlord heard the racket. He'd been
through a cyclone, and when he heard
Tom Willingham's yell, he thought the
world was at an end. He jumped out of
bed and shouted:
Cyclones ragingl Get up and run to
your holesp
''In two minutes. every man, woman
and child in the hotel was yelling 'cy-
clone like mad,
"Just about the time everybody was
getting ready to die, Green stalked to the
door of his room and yelled:
eco to bed, you fools; can't you tell
the difference between the nightmare and
cyclone%
That ended the scare"
FAST RAILROAD TRAVELLING.
The brakeman opened the stove door
and poured in bushel of coal.
TOO much"
The brakeman looked at the tramp, who
appeared incapable OF speech, and re-
marked:
"shut up; the railroad pays for this
COAL"
Railroads in the South are improv.
ing," remarked the railroad manager,
fixing his eye upon the greasy face Of the
brakeman.
Gravel is slow, but the railroads are
improving, nevertheless"
Greet" said the brakeman. ''They're
improvin' but they amt up to snuff on
speed. Ever BEN To Spainp'
MY travels have never extended that
far" replied the railroad manager
= FC bOt n W 1ANAAhS~9 8uA 4 VIC SOUL buC
Kimball House"
''Sbucksr' exclaimed the brakeman,
with limitless contempt. ''You wan'ter
go to Spain. They runs trains up to hull
gull in that country. Why, sir. 200 miles
to the hour is as common in that country
as liars is in Georgy. I've been there.
I've rode on a train that run 200 miles in
SO minutes and made sevingteen stops.
Il rec'lect oncet that l was on that
train an a pow'ful bad accident come
mighty nigh happening. We was rum
MIN to a meetin' pint an was goin' a
leetle the rise of two hundred and fifty an
hour There was river to cross, halt a
mile wide. When the engineer was close
up to where the place was to cross the
bridge, he looked outen his cab winder,
am hope may never punch tow in hot
box ag'in if there wasn't no bridge In
sight. Clean gone, every stick am tim
Der. Somebody had burnt il down, tryin'
to git even with the road for reducin'
wages. Things looked bad, but the engi-
neer jerked his throttle-valve wide open,
an hope l may never see another eatin'
house il the whole train, thirteen cars.
didn't jump spang across the river an
Lam on the track on the other side. Speed +?
You go to Spain if you wan ter see
speed.''