aid down in a life boat, the alto
became cold around the extremities and quit playing and went to the
smoke stack to warm himself, the b-flat began to perspire and quit
playing and fanned himself with the cymbals, and all of the horn blowers
were e-flat and b-flat on the deck in less than two minutes.

The captain noticed that there was some discrepancy in the music and
came on deck to see about it. Wading through the brass horns he came up
to where the band had been, and found Nick Jarvis beating blazes out of
the bass drum and Harve Hill carving the Blue Danube out of the snare
drum, and that was all the music there was. The captain asked Jarvis
what kind of a riot that was, and he told him it was the best they could
do under the circumstances.

Restoratives were applied to the members, and they braced up enough to
start in on "Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep," but they couldn't play
it through, owing to dyspepsia. The captain got them into the cabin to
play for the young folks to dance, but the only thing they could play
without getting sick was "Home Again, from a Foreign Shore," and the
bass drum had to do it all. The horn blowers were out looking at the
starlight, leaning over the railing, as the stars were reflected in the
water.

At Racine it took some time to load, owing to rough water, and in the
midst of it all a pale man, with a snare drum on his arm, rolled up
against the captain. It was Harve Hill. He held his hand over his mouth
and in a voice choked with emotion and fried potatoes he said:

"Captain, I am a poor man, but if you will land this boat and save me, I
will give you nine dollars."

The captain decided to dispense with the music the rest of the night,
and let the band get on its sea legs.

At Chicago, the next morning, Jarvis, who had got a little sick, too,
tried to induce the captain to allow the band to walk back to Milwaukee
on the shore, beside the boat. He said they could play any tune that
ever was played, on land, and the passengers could hear it just as well,
if the boat kept alongside of the band. The captain wouldn't let them
off, and they have been kept on the boat all the week, so that now they
are old sailors, and can play all right. But it was pretty tough the
first night. Waupun is organizing a reception for the band when it comes
home.

WOMAN-DOZING A DEMOCRAT.

A fearful tale comes to us from Columbus. A party of prominent citizens
of that place took a trip to