The Brunswick news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1901-1903, 1902-09-21

of Sandy's remarkable adventure
with voice or, as Sandy terms it,
with the devil in a box.
Tom Pope is conductor and Nc
Tougal is baggage master on the
Air line, which runs from the At
'lantie ocean to "the middle of next
week"
Most astonishing thing, that
hunt of Sandy's for a voice." said
the conductor the other night.
"What was that ?"
"Well, it was this: Sandy was
lonely and miserable Nobody talk
ed to him or gave him a quarter for
not smashing the baggage, so he
took to brown studies and maps be-
tween stations. The night of his
voice business his car was jamful
Of luggage. The more trunks Sandy
has on board the crosser he gets.
There was camp meeting on a
switch off track, and at the junction
/ picked up lot of nobby passen-
gers who were leaving for other
places of amusement, and there was
no end of trunks.
'McTougal got things into shape
about II o'clock, ! reckon, and as
there's part Of the run where it's
a good hour between stations he
got ready for a snooze. lie picked
out the softest trunk in the pile ON
which to pillow his head, tilted back
his chair with his feet on the
rounds, pulled his hat over his face
and went to sleep. How's that,
Mac ?"
''Quite keerect," responds the
baggage master.
Every well then you tell it for
awhile. [ wasn't there, you know"
at didn't seems If I'd been asleep
moro'n minute" began Sandy,
when there was a lively jump of
the car, an | sort of come to life
with a jerk. At the same time I
heerd, as il way off, noise like
some one a-tall1in'. But ! thought
twas a brakeman outside an was
jes' a-dozin' off ag'in when right
at my ear in a thin, sharp voice
suthin' said, % Lordp
81 amt no fool, | amt" Sandy
asserts, throwing back his head de-
family, IAN when that tin whisper
comes into my ear | jes' opened my
eyes, spectin' to see some of the
boys around. But not livin' thing
was visible. So / SAID to myself, I
snored; that's what's the matter
An off goes a-noddin' an dream
in.
"Then ag'in I hears that voice.
1t says quite distinctly, I want to
get outp
"Now, I wasn't a bit mistaken
this time. l heerd it. But fore /
could get my wits together there
was a yell soundin' way off.
That's my death CALL says /
to myself, instantly calm to mind
fellows who had heerd like sounds
an were dead in less'n a week. Then
l says to myself, Sandy don't be
foolP an jumps to my feet as wide
awake as | am now.
ut was a woman's squawk, an I
could have sworn to it. Then it
sung out in tin trumpet style;
" Help, helpP
q hauled over the tool chest an
the water barrel an the cupboard in
the corner an looked out on the
platforms an did everything a man
could do under the circumstances
to find out what was a-makin' of
that fuss. ] went to the side door
to cool myself an was a-fannin' my
face when, blame me, if / didn't
hear do cornet start off with the
Rogues' March an a gruf voice
foller it with:
In the midst of life we are in
DEATH
Il yanked my head round an
didn't see nuthin' that wasn't there
before. That threw me off my pins.
Then a rooster crowed, an a teller
with a cold in his nose counted ten
forward an then backward, an an
other cuss with bullfrog voice Or
dered me: Wake up! THE devil
wants your You needn't laugh,
gentlemen, when I tell you | run,
~ sod you if you'd been thar. I
was certain the devil had come for
me, late, but sure, an / didn't wait
for him to ask for my ticket"
Tom Pope at this point broke
into stentorian laugh.
'If, gentlemen, you'd seen Sandy
come flying into the car where 1
was sitting, you would never stop
laughing. You may not believe it,
but his brown face was as white as
your shirt fronts, and his eyes were
as big as billiard balls. He dashed
down the aisle and whispered in