A Mislit Collin.

Auckland Star, Volume XXVI, Issue 121, 30 May 1885, Page 3

A Mislit Collin.

" Yks," ho answered, as ho seemed to huddlo himself up in a heap, " I'vo beon there. That is, I'vo jumpod from a railroad train running at a speed of forfy-oight miles an hour, and 1 can't say as i want to repeat tho rxporimont " " Where and when ?"

" About thirty nr'los cast of Chicago on the Michigan Central, three years ago." " What was tho occasion '.'"

" I was half drunk, and did it on a bet of Si. The bet was that 1 daren't walk out on the platform and take tho jump without picking out my ground. As it happened, the ground was pretty clear, but a million dollars wouldn't hire mo to try it again."

" How did you come out ?"

"Well, it's hard to describe tho sensation, A- I sprang from the stop I seemed to My. I sailed along in tho air until my wings grew tired, and then I dropped down to sco tho country. I'vo got a good pair of eyes, but I didn't soo much, f was too busy turning cartwheels, and handsprings, and somersaults. Sometimes I beat tbo professionals all hollow, and again I made a mess of it. It was my intention to skip all the mud puddles and avoid all the stumps, but you can't always havo your way in this world. By-and-by J rested my case. That is, I brought up in a fence corner, and waited for a first-class hospital to come along. "

" Much hurt?"

"Might have been worse, Broko an arm. two ribs, and hud over a hundred cuts aud bruises, and it was seven weeks before 1 could walk a rod."

" But you won the £s ':" " Y-o-s ; but there is where 1 always grow sad. The stakeholder sent it back to me from tho first town in the shape of a pine coffin, and it didn't fit my length into seven inches. I had to sell the confounded thing for a misfit at half price '."— "The Detroit Free Press,"