The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1890-03-13
MICE In THEIR BED.
One of the Unpleasant Features OF
Pacific Coast Life.

Mrs. 9. S. Clarke, wife OF Judge
Clarke, and her daughter Clara. re-
Gently returned from their kitsap
County homestead, where they have
resided while the Judge has remained
here attending to his business affairs.
The ladies report having had some
remarkable backwoods' experiences,
but one of them can compare to the
lively time they had over the imperti-
hence of certain little mice, which
were quite numerous in the woods
surrounding the cabin.
One night when the usual country
silence had settled over the land Mrs.
Clarke was suddenly startled by feel
ing a mouse run across the bed
clothes.
sOh, Clara, wake upl Wake up!
There's a mouse on the bed"
Never mind the mouse, but just
turn over and go to sleep" was Clara's
careless reply.
But she did mind, and when the
little rodent put in his appearance
again she swiped him clear across the
room and slammed it against the wall
so hard it's life was completely
knocked out. In about an hour from
that time there was a scream from the
other side of the bed and Clara soon
stood out in the middle of the floor
crying
"a mouse! A mouse crawled over
me. O-o-o-owl''
"Oh, never mind the mousse" re-
torted Mrs. Clarke. Just turn over
and go to sleep"
From that time on they agreed to
help each other kill the miserable
little mice.
There is something peculiar about
this dread human beings have for rats
and mice. Now there is Prof. John
son, who occupies the chair of natural
history in the University OF Washing
ton. He will eat snakes, cells, snails,
grasshoppers and has frequently tasted
devil fish, owls and other mysterious
bugs and animals. He is an expert
taxidermist, and has prepared speci-
mems of all kinds for a number of the
best collections in this country, but he
always draws the line at rats and
mice. He can't stand their presence,
dead or alive,ss and a cold, creepy feel
ing goes over him whenever he sees
on the street.
On the other hand, Mrs. johnson
cannot bear the presence of some of
the professors snakes and snails, but
she is not at all afraid of mice. One
night the professor woke up and de-
tected a series of little noises, just as
if a mouse was jumping, jumping,
from one step to another, and grad
ually getting near the top of the
stairs.
MARY" said he, Mary; there's a
mouse coming up the stairs. Hear
him?'
And so Mrs. johnson got up, and
while the professor held the lamp at
the head of the stairs she went down
and killed the frightened little mouse.
On another occasion the professor
had returned from a long fatiguing
hunt after specimens, and was sleep
ing at the rate of about sixty miles an
hour, when Mrs. johnson nudged him
in the ribs and said
20. b., wake upl Wake up, O. B.,
but don't you holler."
well, what's the matter now. Do
you think a burglar will carry off our
cook stove?n
mo, dear, no. it isn't a burglar.
Just wake up, but don't holler.
There's a mouse on the bed.n
IA mousei Wown
And with that the bed clothes went
one way and the professor went the
other. 1t took about five minutes to
annihilate that mouse and get the
professor quieted down again
Seattle Press.