ADVENTURES OF TWO RUSTICS IN AN ELEVATOR.

Tuapeka Times, Volume II, Issue 77, 31 July 1869, Page 5

ADVENTURES OF TWO RUSTICS IN AN ELEVATOR.

A few evenings since two rustics, who had made their first visit to the metropolis, and had very naturally put up at the Astor House, were examining the hotel with surprise and delight. They went up-stairs and down-s'airs — looked into the breakfast and dining rooms, the parlours, the office, the saloon, the barber shop, and had many words of commendation for each. At last, wandering along the corridors, one of them espied the elevator, the doors of which were open, " Look here, Joe," said he to his friend. " Th's is a nice little room, but there's no bed in it. I wonder what it's for?" Joe's curiosity was aroused. So he stepped into the elevator, and he and his companion sat down on one of the cushioned seats. " This is nice," remarked Joe, "but I don't see exactly what it's for. Do you, Phil?" While they were trying to find out "what the nice little room was intend for, they saw to their astonishment and terror that it was going up. " Hallo !" cried Joe, "what the devil does this mean? It's runnin' away, Bill. Whoa ! whoa ! whoa !" "Stop her, stop her," screamed Bill, endeavouring to climb out at the top. " D n the infernal thing, it's goin' to blow xip. Get out, Joe, or you'll be killed." And they began to climb up the side, but were unable to escape. " Confound the luck, this is a wooden balloon we've got into, Bill. It's going right up through the roof, sure. When it gets on top of the house, let's break out and jump for our lives. Let's watch now for our chance, old boy, or we're goners." Still the elevator ascended, and the two bumpkins sat still with pale faces and compressed lips, as if they were approaching the rapids of Niagara in an open boat. They evidently anticipated a death struggle, and were prepared for it. In a few more seconds the elevator stopped. They were about to step out when down it went, to the new astonishment and terror of- the bucolic pair. They then gave themselves up for lost, and. when the elevator reached the first floor, and they were asked by one of the servants if they wished to go up again, they stepped into the corridor as though they had walked 'out of their graves. " What the devil is that thing," inquired Joe. "It's the helevatpr." replied the serving man, who, being English, had aspirations of course. " Well, I thought there must be some kind of hell about it. Is it a trap to frighten strangers, or an infernal machine or one of them velocipedes I've heard tell so much of 1" The servant endeavoured to explain what an elevator is ; but hs failed. — " Cincinnati Times."