The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1897-06-19

Inc air Is lauen Win IL, ana, Wnen LakeD
in deep inspirations, the lungs swell like
blacksmith's bellows. They crowd
upon the ribs, they infringe on the stom.
ach; they stretch the diaphragm, until
it is as tight as drum head.
Sleep? Well, guess one can sleep at
'Sconset. A polyglot professor from
Columbia told me last year that, when
he began his vacation here in the twelve
hours between P. M. and A. NJ. he
slept in eight languages. A sporting
man is willing to bet bushel Of qua
haugs (alias Little Neck clams), to bar
rel of -four that fair shot can sleep at a
mark and hit the bulls eye nineteen
times out of possible twenty. A Phila-
delphia drummer said the other day in
the 'Sconset clubhouse that. when he
came here two weeks ago. his head
ached, except when it throbbed, and
then it racked or ratified. He thought
all the convolutions of his brain had
been playing football; but soon he slept
we'll. Now he slept more than half the
day, and. when he was not sleeping, he
was sleepy. And he said he had never
caught himself snoring.
An hour ago man told me that last
summer friend of his fell asleep in the
middle of sreeze; that the muscles of
his face we're unrelaxed. presenting the
joyful appearance that always ac-
companies the ecstatic orgasm of a
resonant sneeze. For a half hour
his face remained in this fixed con-
| dition. The fual explosion took place
as he awoke, and his features resumed
their usual serenity Of expression. l
know this story must be true. The
man who told it writes the broadeide ad-
vertisements for New York clothing
merchants and department stores that
are printed in the newspapers. and is
superintendent of an orthodox Sunday
school, to boot.
Equally authoritative stories are told
by natives of the island. Captain Will
| lam Baxter is now in his ninety third
year. During the summer season he
drives a public horse and carriage in
| Nantucket town. He shows visitors the
attractions of the place. from the com
mon jail to the uncommon poorhouse;
| the ancient wharves; the captains room,
but not the captains, as they have gone
aloft and are playing on celestial harps.
Last summer party of ladies were
seated on the veranda of the Ocean View
House, and thus he RECALLED them on the
question of 'Sconset air.
"Why, ladies'" said be, "three years
ago the mayor of Coonemasset-or was
it Wewaunit? I'm getting old, and some
times find myself little off sounding in
my memory-maybe it was Poponessett
no. it comes to me now
wasn't it Blennerhaseet?" suggested
lady from West Virginia.
Madam" said the Cap'n, with a
look of whitening rebuke. unless you
are ready to swear to this yarn. you'd
better let me tell it without any help.
There isn't any such port on the chart
OF the Cape as-as-as as what kind of a
'hassett' was it you said? What was l
saying before you put in your oar? /
l recollect now. AS / said. the mayor of
Quashnet; no. not Quashnet,--it comes
to me now like the fash of sturgeon
under blazing sun at four bells, tryin'
| to show how smart he ie,--no, I'm off
agin--it was the mayor of Quamquissett,
Well, his wife had some botheration in
side, and couldn't sleep. So the mayor
brought her and their hired girl to
| 'Sconset, slowed her and her dunnop into
nice room in this hotel. and she turned
in! AS he didn't want to lose a days
wages-I don't know how much day an
able bodied man gets-by stayin' too
long, he histed sail for town, and took
the next boat back for-did | say Ne
ponset, or was it Monomissett? Well it
don't make much difference any way;
it's a true yarn I'm tellin. no matter
what place it was. His wife told the
| girl to wake her up for dinner. She
went to sleep. and slept, and slept, and
when dinner time came. the girl didn't
hear the bell. She had gone to sleep
herself. Without KNOWN it, they had
started sleepin' match, and neither
woke up until the bell rung for break
fast the next moring. They rugged them
selves, and went down to the table.
Each of them took in a small cargo of
blue fish. and eggs and meat, and other
things. They then went aloft again to
their rooms, and turned in. In three
hours more they had slept enough. They
turned out, and went to the dinin' room
at four bells, and hauled up longside the
table. After takin' abroad some clam
chowder, roast beef, billed chicken and
vegetables, they filled up with pie and
plum duff.
Then they sailed out OF the dinin'
room. and the lady thought it was about
time to begin log Of the cruise. and to
send it to the old man. She sat down,
wrote it out, and then shaped her course
for the post-office. just as she got to
the post Office. that sleepy fellin' caught
her again. Her thoughts got kind Of