HE WAS SIMPLY A VICTIM OF MORPHEUS
Some People on Academy Hill Thought Man Lying Alongside Road Was Dead.
Excitement prevailed around the police headquarters shortly after 10 o'clock this morning when Chief Lane received a telephone [call] from Columbia street, informing him that a young man had been found lying dead along the roadside at the terminus of the street railway, opposite the cemetery. Before calling the coroner the Chief decided to investigate, so he sprang on a car bound for the scene.
Arriving there the Chief found a good appearing young man, evidently a "knight of the road," lying flat upon his back with a large cap pulled down over his eyes, and lying with his head on a piece of lawn not a foot from the roadside. From all appearance it looked as though the man had drawn his last breath.
The chief knelt down beside the form, while the eager crowd serged [sic] around him, all endeavoring to get a look at the victim, and began to make an investigation or rather an examination of the pulse. Then a young lady weepingly exclaimed, "Oh! is he dead, Mr. Lane?"
Chief Lane arose from his kneeling position . . . and a smile spread over his countenance. "Folks," he said, "he's the livest dead man I've ever found! That's straight, too!" Then he shook the young fellow and said something about "taking the roadside for a hotel," then shook the sleeping figure again--and then some more.
Suddenly the sleeper awoke with a start, "Gosh! what's the difficulty?" he desired to know. The young man gave his name as Ed. Cantor, formerly a stationary fireman at Brooklyn, but for the past few years has been doing the "road" stunt." He said he was on his way north, when he became fatigued and footsore, so he sat down to rest and must have fell asleep. "I'm a very sound sleeper," he added.
On the young man's request, the Chief took him to the station house, where in the care of Officer Kennedy he was taken to jail to receive medical treatment and food.