The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-03-17
Catching a Vampire.
From the Indianapolis Nelrs.

From the Indianapolis NelrS.
Il had a vampire hunt last night, " remarked
A. +. Potts, as he took place in the incoming
Woodruff street car the other morning.
About O'Clock my wife woke me up with
/ the familiar demand In whisper to know what
that noise was in the room.
I" Rats answered, still half asleep That s
what think, she replied, accepting my inter
probation literally, so get up instantly, before
they Jump at the baby BY this time had
myself heard a strange half-running and hop
ping noise upon the floor, and jumped up to see
a strange creature about the size of a rat but
| with fiat, bushy tail, scud away under the
| bureau.
My suggestion for my wife to take the bab.
and go into the al joining room and Leave me to
| fight the creature alone, met her hearty ap.
proySl, and was left alone instantly A happy
thought occurred to me TO bring u my Gordon
setter pup to join in the chase. This did and
arming myself with broom began TO stir up
the intruding animal. The moment tho pup
got sight of that strange creature in the house
hopping past him he seemed to be paralyzed
and skunk under the bed and nothing that I
could do could persuade the dog TO come out.
and so was left alone in the fight, not in any
wise treasured by the conduct Of the dog on
whose instinct had counted for assistance.
went at it sgain, poking it out of corners slash
ing at 1t as it flew past getting more mystlfied
and excited at every view of it in the dim light
OF the room. Finally it ran to the door, and
like fash. up the panel five or six feet drop
ping off with what seemed to my excited imag
nation outspread leathery wings.
Then sat down to reflect and recall what
little knew OF natural history. 1t could not be
q rat, for it hoped and had long, hairy tail,
and who ever heard of a rat running right up a
door panel before your very eyesy 1t couldn't
be a bat, because a bat does not run this
thing did Then | remembered a long forgotten
German legend of bat-like vampire which
steals into the bedrooms to suck the blood of
little children. The mystery of it, the strange
conduct OF the dog, and thus long forgotten
fairy story gave the situation all the import ant
elements OF a regular nightmare. My wtte's
sensible suggestion from the adjoining room 70
shut the animal up until morning was very
allurtng just then. and should have acted on IL
had it not occurred to me as a duty 20 destroy
what might prove some new and dangerous
animal So, nerving myself with the re-
Election that the safety OF my offspring
was involved, arose 10 renew the conflict, this
time armed with long handled brush OF some
weight. Thereat the animal, whatev r II was,
in an exposed corner. curled up as though
ready TO spring at me. My hair rose little as
| hurled my only weapon az the crouching
thing In the corner which by this time seemed
to me 10 be possessed Of leathery wings, -four
hideous claws. and the eyes of a demon, and the
brush, hurled iayelln like hit him and laid him
out straight on the floor.
brought near the light the demon OF my
chase proved 90 be a poor, innocent little gray
flying squirrel, which had dropped from an
overhangnF bough TO the roof and found its
way into the room. My wife was conslderate
enough 10 20 TO sleep without single observa-
ton, and only want to mention that have a
thoroughbred Gordon setter pup To trade for a
canary bird or collar-button, or anything
useful