The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-02-12

of tree, he continued, three or foul
of which had Broken by my fall, ano
bruised my face terribly against ar
apple. which l smashed, some of the
juice getting into my mouth at tht
same time
That apple tree was the ornament Of
a lunar orchard, and the earth traveller
began his extraordinary experiences
| without more delay. Il confess tC
| you," he says, the sight of so many
various delights filed me with thai
sort Of pleasing melancholy which the
embryo is thought TO feel at the infus-
| ion of the soul. Locks graceful and
curling, assumed the place Of my old
| head of hair, which fell off, the blood
of youth again courvetted in my veins;
while rosy health bloomed over all my
/ ViSage; my natural heat assumed a
proper temperament, and seemed to
recover about fourteen years of past
lifeL''
! Wandering some time in the midst of
marvellous scenes, he meets a curious
| being, who conducts him to the habfta-
| ton of the moon jewellers. Il followed
my conductor into a hall magnificently
| furnished; but, alas. perceived moth
ing to eat. Such scantiness of Victuais
when l was ready to die for hunger.
obliged me to ask him where the dishes
were laid 1 had not heard his answer
before three or four young boys, who
seemed to belong to the house, ap-
preached me, and with much civility
stripped me of my shirt This new
ceremony confounded me so extremely
that L dared not ask my little Wallets
the reason of it, but in a short time af-
ter l was saluted with the most agree
able scents that ever struck the nos
trils of the profane rich would have
risen up to seek the cause of this. but
my keeper prevented me
FIRST MEAL IN THE MOON.
What are you about?' says he. this
is your time to eat; we shall be for a
walk Immediately; finish your pottage
that we may see what else we have
got
What pottage?' 1 replied, angrily.
The devil bit do 1 see; are you intent
upon hooking me all day.?
L thought he answered, that you
had been taught since you came among
US how to feed upon this sort of fare
but since you are ignorant of it, know
that here we live upon vapors> Our
cookery is shut up in large vessels,
which, being properly prepared, accord
ing to the various taste of the persons
assembled, are uncovered one by one
so that each of the company in turn
is satisfied. But as you never subsisted
believe that the nose can convey nour-
ishment to the man in the same man
her as the mouth. without the help of
either throat or teeth till you are con-
WINGED by experience He had scarcely
ended his discourse when the most
grateful doors filed the room, nourish-
ing me extremely, and in less than half
a quarter of an hour, completely sat
iSfied my appetite.
7I,i h
table, will not surprise you very much
if you consider that cooks of all sorts
and bakers in your world eat less than
other people, yet are generally much
fatter. What do you think is the rea
son of this? Why, certainly the fumes
which eternally surround them, by be-
ing inhaled, contribute to nourish
them. The writer admits the truth Of
this statement, but confesses to have
a little hankering after something that
is real-my teeth are in excellent or
der to fix upon substance
SHOOTING ROASTED DUCKS.
The next day the traveller was treated
to the substance on which he wished
to try his teeth. He visited a certain
warden where the attendant asked him
If dozen larks would satisfy his appe-
ute. He remarked that larke are gen
orally the food Of balloons, but an
swered in the affirmative, on which
the young marksman discharged his
piece and twenty or thirty larks, ready
roasted Immediately dropped at our
feet. You may imagine that | reflected
within myself upon a proverb in our
world which informs US of land
Wherein larks are to be caught ready
roasted
Eat away without CEREMONY saws
my good friend, we have in this conn
try the art of mixing certain compo- |
sition with our powder and ball. which !
kills, picks, roasts, and seasons the !
game all at the same time. I assure !
you they are good Relying On his |
1 ate two or three. /
life" my
Cyrano fires a witty shaft at the