MOUSE HUNTING.

Patea Mail, Volume IV, Issue 309, 3 April 1878, Page 4

MOUSE HUNTING.

it was midnight. Mrs B. relapsed beneath the blankets, and had one eye well directed towards the realm of dreams, while the other was holding by a frail tenure upon the world of reality, when her ear was saluted by a nibble. She arose upon her elbow, and cried, “ shoo ! shoo !” The sound ceased. Again she laid herscll away as, carefully as she would have stored eggs at forty-five cents a dozen, when— nibble, nibble ! “ Shoo !” cried Mrs 8., hurling her shoe at the spot from whence the sound proceeded. The clock struck twelve, and the poor woman counted the knots as they ran off the reel of Time, with a saddened heart. Nibble, nibble —and she hurled the other shoe at her invisible tormenter. It was all without avail; the “shooing” was useless. So taking a light in one hand, and a shoe in tho other, she made a tour of the room, but no mouse could be found. Once more she ensconced herself in bed, and was near the state when dreams are rife, and the room grows dim, and again, nibble, nibble ! Mrs B. arose, but this time she put on a shoe ! Ominous movement! It is said, that when a woman wets her finger, fleas had better flee. The star of that mouse’s destiny was setting. She pursued him. The mouse, in an attempt to run by, presumed too much upon former success. He came too near the upraised foot. It fell like an avalanche, and he was dead forever !