A Midnight Tragedy
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A Midnight Tragedy
“Last May,” says Judge Darrow in Field
and Farm, “I was traveling in Arizona, and
stopped in a little town called Emerson over
night. The hotel was small but the best the
town afforded, and I signed my name on the
register. As it was late when I arrived I went
immediately to bed. Being tired I fell asleep
very soon after touching the pillows. How long
I slumbered I can’t tell, but I was suddenly
awakened by a terrible rumpus, which seemed
to come from one corner of the room. I rose,
and striking a match, I could hardly believe
my eyes when I saw a large rat engaged in
mortal combat with a bedbug. I immediately
got straddle of the headboard of the bed and
watched the fight. Standing on his hand legs,
the bug would clasp the rat with its fore legs
and squeeze it till the poor thing would run out
its tongue and squeal like a pig. I watched the
struggle about fifteen minutes when exasperat-
ed at the cruel treatment of the rat by the bed-
bug, I climbed down from my perch and catch-
ing up a chair threw it at the fighters. This
drew the attention of the bug from the rat and
allowed him to escape into his hole. After a
while I managed to get the chair out of the
grip of the bug and killed it. I had the skin
stuffed and took it home. The bug weighed
two pounds and a quarter, and had claws three
inches long.