CHAPTER VIII.

A NIGHT IN A POST-OFFICE.

Midnight Mails--Suspected Clerk--A trying Position--Limited

View--A "crack" Agent--Sneezing---"Counter Irritation"--The Night

Bell--Fruitless Speculations--Insect Orchestra--Picolo

introduced--Snoring--Harmless Accident--The Boot-black--A tenanted

Boot--The Exit.

Some years ago, the post-office of a prominent city in Western New

York became involved in a series of mail depredations, and at length

it was apparent that some one of three clerks who had slept in the

office, must be guilty of committing them; but the fastening of the

charge upon the delinquent was a thing yet to be accomplished. By

various processes, the range of suspicion was narrowed down till it

rested upon _one_ of the clerks, and it only remained to get the

_legal_ proof of his guilt.

Packages were missed that were known to have reached the office by the

midnight mails. The clerks took turns in getting up to receive these

mails, each one performing his duty for a week in succession, the one

who for the time attended to it, sleeping on a cot in the post-office

_proper_, and the other two occupying a small apartment at some little

distance from the main office, but connected with it.

It had also been ascertained that the packages were abstracted from a

particular mail-pouch which arrived with many others about midnight,

and remained unassorted till morning. On a certain occasion, when the

suspected clerk was upon duty, an exact description of everything in

that pouch was taken, upon the cars from the West, with the view of

comparing the list of its contents with the post bills which should be

found on the files of the office the following morning, these bills

having heretofore disappeared with the packages.

As I had before this had good reason to know that magistrates and

jurors in that section of the country very properly required pretty

conclusive evidence for conviction in such cases, I determined, in

addition to other expedients, to take the post of private watchman

inside the office, for one night at least, that I might obtain, by

ocular demonstration, sufficient proof against the guilty one, to

satisfy the most incredulous court and jury.

One of the unsuspected clerks was sent away that night, and the other,

in whom I had the utmost confidence, was apprised of my intentions. By

him I was let into the office through a private door, before the

object of our machinations had entered; and I was not long in

selecting a suitable place where I could see without being seen,

behind an open door leading from the post master's private room. This

position could command (through the crack of the door) a fair view of

the aforesaid cot and its occupant.

It was not long before the individual arrived who was to be honored

with my scrutiny during the live-long night; and as he "wrapt the

drapery of his couch about him," I could not avoid making a momentary

comparison between the luxury about to be enjoyed by him, and the

wearisome hours upon which I was entering. Well,

"Some must watch, while some must sleep;

Thus runs the world away."

Sitting in the public stocks,--watching with the body of a person who

has died of some contagious disease,--being cornered by a bore, when

you have an immediate engagement elsewhere,--waiting your turn in a

dentist's office,--all these are somewhat trying to the nerves; but

for a real test of their power of endurance, commend me to a stand

behind a door, between the hours of 10 p. m. and daylight; the

thermometer ranging from 80 upwards, all motion and sound being

forbidden, under the imminent risk of being discovered in your hiding

place, and forced to retreat ignominiously.

This is a faint picture of the situation of the author on the night in

question. Zeal for the public good, and a cracker or two, alone

sustained him through the tedious night watches.

The proverb says that "a great deal can be seen through a small hole."

My sphere of vision, however, was rather limited, embracing only a

portion of the adjoining room, faintly lighted by a hanging lamp, the

cot with its sleeping burden, a table, and the dimly seen tiers of

letter boxes forming a back-ground. Entirely in keeping with this

scene of "still life," was the monotonous buzz of sundry flies of a

rowdyish disposition, who, not content with tickling the noses of

peaceable citizens, and otherwise harassing them during the day, must

needs "keep it up" through the hours devoted to repose by insects of

more steady habits. However, they might have been engaged in the

praiseworthy occupation of soothing one another to rest by their

"drowsy hum," for I myself began to feel its soporific influence, and

to bless "the man who first _in_vented sleep," but anathematize

(inwardly) him who was _pre_venting it.

I was roused from this sleepy condition by a slight irritation in the

Schneiderian membrane; in other words, I began to feel a desire to

sneeze. Now, sneezing is an operation which admits of no compromise.

You must either "go the whole hog," or entirely refrain. Any attempt

to reduce the force of the explosion is as unavailing as was the

Irishman's effort to "fire aizy" when he was touching off the cannon.

So the annoying inclination must be nipped in the bud, if I wished to

preserve my secrecy inviolate, and prove that I was "up to _snuff_."

Accordingly I called to mind (as far as I was able) and practised all

the expedients of which I had ever heard, besides others entirely

original, for allaying this titillation. I rubbed the bridge of the

nose; I would have slapped myself on the forehead, had I not feared

the remedy would prove worse than the disease in respect of noise. I

instituted experiments in "counter irritation," by pulling my hair,

pinching my ear, and thus diverting attention from the rebellious

organ; and finally I succeeded in subduing this refractory member. The

uneasiness I felt lest, after all, I should be compelled to wake the

echoes of the building, as well as other more tangible creations, were

in some degree dispelled by several hearty snores which proceeded from

the sleeper, and, like the guns which announce the arrival of a vessel

in port, gave evidence that he had arrived in the land of dreams.

Under the cover of this "_feu de joie_," I dispatched a cracker (not a

fire-cracker) which I happened to have in my pocket, as my inner man

began to feel the effects of my unwonted position and consequent

weariness.

At about midnight, a sudden peal of the bell, pulled by the mail

carrier, at a back door, aroused the sleeper, who started up, went to

the door and received the mail, and, after a little delay, returned to

his bed, not, however, to sleep as quietly as before, as he often

rolled over from side to side, occasionally uttering a groan.

Having nothing better to do, I speculated on the cause of these

phenomena. They might be owing, first, to heat, second, to a

disordered stomach, or third, to an uneasy conscience.

As to the first of these supposed causes, it seemed improbable that

his recent visit to the door in a very airy costume, should have had

any tendency to increase the animal heat; and as regarded the second

theory, my knowledge of his dietetic habits was too limited to furnish

me with data for anything like an argument. If his short delay at the

door after receiving the mail bags, was produced by any cause for

which conscience might properly goad him, the last hypothesis might be

correct,--but on the whole I was obliged to follow the example of

many profounder theorists, and confess that I didn't know much about

the matter.

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A combination of the stomach and conscience suppositions, might be an

adequate solution of the question, for the slender salary of a

post-office clerk hardly sufficed for more than three meals a day, and

the inference from these premises would be rather easy that a fourth

must have been at the public expense.

Here my reflections came to an untimely end, for the insect orchestra,

of whose performances I have spoken, was reinforced by the addition of

a picolo, in the shape of one of those minute specimens of creation

commonly called mosquito, whose note, "most musical, most melancholy,"

blended with the trombone of the blue bottle fly in a manner rather

more curious than pleasing. And the different sounds produced by these

insects were no less unlike than their modes of approaching their

victims; the latter, with bull-headed obstinacy, bouncing against your

face in a blundering way, with apparently no particular object

excepting that of making himself generally disagreeable, while the

former, lighting upon you as delicately as a snow flake, proceeds with

admirable promptitude and definiteness of purpose to take out his

lancet, and, like some never-failing humorist, is always "in the

vein."

The tones of this insect Æolian rose and fell for a little time at a

distance, but I was speedily aware of its presence in immediate

proximity to my ear, and apparently making a tour of observation

around my head, whereupon I commenced a blind sort of defence by

flourishing my hands as noiselessly as possible round the region

invaded, to as little purpose, however, as the attack of regular

troops upon a body of Indians; for in a moment the music ceased, and I

felt the sharp prick which informed me that I was hit, and I

instinctively inflicted an energetic slap upon the spot, by which my

enemy was extinguished, and one bill at least effectually cancelled.

This result was not attained without a report, which so violently

broke the silence, that I stood for a moment in breathless suspense,

fearing that the sound would penetrate into the realms of Morpheus,

and that thus I might pay too dearly for my triumph. But the sleeper

"made no sign," and I was again left to my solitary musings.

A small pistol which I had observed my sleeping friend place under his

head, on going to bed, did not tend to increase the comforts of my

position, for since he had become so restless, the thought passed

through my mind that he might have heard some suspicious noise in my

direction, and was feigning sleep, while on the watch for its

repetition. If this were the case, the discovery of a supernumerary on

the premises, might lead to a hasty assault on the supposed midnight

prowler, and also a more rapid transfer of the contents of the pistol

to me than would be either agreeable or wholesome, before I could

offer any reasonable explanation for my presence behind the door at

such an unseasonable hour.

After a while, however, a renewal of the snoring, which was

occasionally echoed by the occupant of the adjoining room, assured me

of the absence of belligerent intentions, and the buzzing of the flies

before mentioned, with the ticking of a clock in the office, were the

only additional sounds that broke upon the silence.

About two o'clock, a slight accident occurred to me, which, however,

did no harm. In reaching for a pitcher of water that stood on the

table near by, I knocked off a book, which must have been poised on

the corner of the table. I immediately imitated, by scratching, the

gnawing of a rat in the wall, so that if the falling of the book had

aroused the sleeper, he would have attributed both the noises to the

imaginary animal.

But few sounds outside the building were heard, save the occasional

drunken shout of some votary of Bacchus, reeling home to disgrace his

family with his presence; and the measured strokes of the city clocks,

as they told off the long, long hours.

But the most ludicrous circumstance happened just about

daylight,--that is, daylight outside, for within the office it was

still dark, as all the blinds were closed. I was startled by a sudden

rap on the door of the post master's room which opened into the main

hall, soon followed by another even more energetic. The clerk in the

bed-room jumped from his bed and passed by me to open the door.

Fearing that I should be discovered, I darted into the bed-room

without his knowledge, and before he had returned. The truth is, he

was not more than half awake, and had forgotten me entirely. He had

admitted a colored man to get the boots which required his polishing

touch, and then returned to bed again.

This gentleman of color, who by the way proved to be a trusty porter

employed in several of the offices in the building, proceeded first to

the side of the cot to get the boots there, and then made for the

bed-room, into which I had retreated. In feeling about the floor to

find the remaining "leathern conveniences," he seized one of mine!

"I've got my foot in it now," thought I; but by a gentle and dexterous

movement I succeeded in withdrawing the exposed covering from his

partial grasp, without his discovering the existence of a leg within.

Whether it was fright at the touch of the tenanted boot, or something

else, that made him leave the premises so suddenly, I have never been

fully satisfied. I went out myself soon after, leaving both clerks

sound asleep.

What occurred on that night beyond that which I have already

described, or how the investigation terminated, I am confident the

reader will not insist upon knowing, when I assure him that there are

special reasons, affecting public as well as private interests, why I

should make no further disclosures.

Though this was not the last night which I have spent in post-offices

for similar purposes, yet I have never repeated the experiment under

circumstances requiring quite so severe restraints, and such

abridgment of personal liberty.

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