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48 THE GRINDER PAPERS. livin’ folks to the tombs; and a sudden it burst upon me that probably ‘twas for the purpose of buryin’ ’em alive and stealin’ their clothes, and I sat up shriek arter shriek. ‘Police! Police!” says I. ‘‘Help! Murder! Let me out!” and at it I went—pounding the door with my umbrella, and stamping on the floor with my boots until the door opened, and there we were, before a great sepelchur with sloping walls big enough to bury a million. There was a policeman at the door, and he pulled the others out one after the other, and at last he came to me; but I held: on and hollered. “Come, now,” says he, ‘‘we don’t want to use you rough. Just keep quiet.” ! ‘‘T won’t be buried alive! Iwon’t! I wont!” says I. “You ought to have thought of that before. Come out,” says he, and if he didn’t lug me out, and into a great place where the rest o’ the passengers were, another policeman count- m’ em. ‘<Six,” says he. ‘‘Why, there’s one too many. Here, old woman, how did you come here?” ‘They dragged me,” saysI. ‘‘I’ll make ‘em pay for it. I’ve eot a number of cousins here, and a brother up to Peekskill. 93 They 11 punish you But all the while I was trembling like a leaf with fright. ‘‘Well,” says the man, ‘‘here 7s'a go. _Who put you into the Black Maria ?” ‘If you mean the stage,’ ? says I, ‘‘seein’ ‘twas waitin’, I got in to go up Broadway. ” comicbooks.c . - -