Connecticut western news., 1910-12-01
SLEPT FOR 36 HOURS
JUDGE F0RD'S STORY,
 NOT NEW BUT A GOOD 0EE
Goes Back to the Days of the Canaan Horse Marines When the Local WarIike Spirit Was Something Splendid to COntempIate.

WdTllke oplrU was SOmetntnu
 Splendid to Contemplate.
 Some 25 years ago thirst for the gore and glory of war took possession of cer- tain we'll set-up young men of Canaan and Falls Village, who formed cavalry company and assembled once in SO often for military evolutions under the com- mand of an enthusiastic ex-militiaman, one D. w: Clarke, an attorney, at that time practicing law and horseback rid- ing in Falls Village, The company em- braced practically all the able-bodied young farmers and others who owned gentle horses, in the two towns and &C., coutred with bets, swords and scabbards, they presented really formidable, war like and terrifying aspect when drawn up in line of battle, with Lawyer Clarke ill front and little to one side making his ringing plea to Charge it !"
 It's really too bad the history of that brave band of troopers was not longer than It was. But it wasn't. Why it wasn't, the present chronioler doesn't distinctly remember-though hay im- pression seems to survive that with the advent of ploughing time the necessity war-horses for turning over the ground and carting fertilizer in the oat- lots aud cornfelds raised the dickens with the equipm ent, and the brigade went to pieces, leaving the two Canaans again ,undefended against the invasion of foreign foe.
 But this is not a history of the troop CTS brigade. In fact the brigade cuts very little ice in this story, aside from the fact that it furnished the provoca- tion for the action of the comedy hers recorded, from the story told by Judge George W. Ford.
 It appears that the troopers, in accord dance with General Orders No. 23, issued by Colonel Clarke, were mobilized at Falls Village on certain Saturday after noon, to practice the bloodthirsty art of sticking imaginary folks with their swords aud scabbards. Now mind you, this is the way Judge Ford tells the story. The cavalry maneuvers brought out considerable number of spectators to admire the mouRted warriors, among them being very intimate friend of the judge-who, by the way. wasn't judge then, but plaster. mason, who worked with his father and lived at home. We'll, this friend of the judge, who. by the way, was likewise 8 mason, living at home and working with his father, found himself in the congenial' company of B crowd of good fellows who made fre- quent trips from the battlefield to the neighboring hotel, to set their watches or something, and, to make short story long, the judges friend not being ac- customed to that sort of thing-he was a consistent and regular attendant at church and played the cornet in the church choir every Sunday-sort of lost his bearings after a few trips to the hotel, and finally, in the flash of rare but radiant lucid interval, decided that the best thing he could do was to 20 home while he was still able to get there.
 From here on let Judge Ford tell it, as his friend told it to him,
 l can remember of going home Sat- urday afternoon, and getting into bed," he said, but l remember nothing more until 1 woke up and glanced at the little window where the sun came peeping in at morn, and saw that it was time to get up. l arose, shaved and dressed myself and prepared to go to church to play tue cornet, and went down to breakfast. As father had not yet pIt on his church clothes, concluded that was unusually early, but l didn't think much about it until father said to me, in a quiszical sort of way:
 What are you all dressed up for?'
 "'Why, says I, would you prefer to sec me go into the choir in my overalls, to play the cornet?'
 "'Do you know what day this is? he asked.
 |" I rather think do, I replied Il have every reason Co remember that yes- terday was Saturday, and according to my calendar the next day after Satur- day is Sunday
 "'Quite correct, said the old gentle. man. So 1t is but this happens to be the second day after Saturday. You slept so sweetly and so soundly all day Sunday. after your hard labors of the week, that we didn't have tre heart to wake you. But now that you are awake and it's time to begin the weeks work. you'd better shed those duds, put on your overalls and come along to the 1oo.'
 Well, sir, you could have knocked me down with feather. had actually slept through from saturday night to Monday morning, and never knew is."