ONLY A WEEVIL.

Westport Times, Volume VIII, Issue 1235, 8 December 1874, Page 4

ONLY A WEEVIL.

[southern cross.]

According to Walker a weevil is " a small insect of the beetle kind that eats it:to the grains of corn, destroying the flour. It is as small as a louse." That's what Walker says. We don't deny that it is a small insect, but we affirm that when it gets into the human ear and begins to make a nest for itself on the drum thereof, it is also a most troublesome and annoying insect. Last night a man who had been " beering " rather too freely in a certain hotel in Queen street, determined to have a quiet rest on a form that stood in the bar. Accordingly he stretched himself out at full length, and placing his hat over his eyes, fell asleep. Another man was sitting near his head, and presently our first mentioned friend lilted up his head and cautioned No. 2 " not to do that again. AVhat that meant No. 2 didn't known, and No. 1 would afford him no information on the subject. He merely repeated his caution. This clone he fell asleep again. He had hardly slept for ten minutes before ho jumped up and made a furious onslaught on No. 2, whom he accused of " ramming a pin into his ear." No. 2 was certainly getting an awful hammering, when suddenly No. 1 left off and began furiously to wriggle his little finger about in his left ear. He then took it out and gave his ear a few smart blows After that, as he could feel something moving, he got the barman to pour a dessert spoonful of brandy into his car, but it was of no use ; the thing inside, whatever it was, would not come out. and the man danced about in agony He thought it was an earwig, and somebody present endeavoured to comfort him by relating a touching anecdote about a man who had died from the very same thing. No. 1 was mad. If the anecdote were true, what was to prevent him from becoming the victim of an earwig also ? Why, nothing but the removal of the earwig. There were several persons present, and each one suggested a different way of getting it out. A small portion of cayenne pepper was first carefully introduced into his suffering organ, and to this was added some brandy. The consequence was that the inmate began to work about most actively, and the man, between the cayenne and the biting and scratching of the insect, was just about as uncomfortable as he could possibly be. He could not got rid of his tormentor, how - ever, and was at last obliged to rush off to n doctor's house, whore, aftpr a great deal of trouble, a weevil was brought out. No sooner did he see the insect than lie cried, " Oh, you infernal little brute ! if I hadn't thought you were an earwig I should have let you stay there till you starved." He does not intend to sleep in a dirty bar again, and is, on the whole, thankful that " it wasn't an earwig."