IN THE YPSILANTI JAIL
WHERE THE HURON MAKES A VOLUMINOUS NOISE.
A Visit of Two Ann Arbor Officers and the Rousing From His Slumbers of Ann Arbor's Chief.
Two of the officers whose duty it is to preserve peace in this city and county were in Ypsilanti last evening which gives rise to the following description of the Ypsilanti jail.
Now, the Ypsilanti jail would fill a Cuban soldier with horror. It is about 25 steps below the sidewalk and beside the roaring Huron. The stream at this place is of such force, magnitude, and voluminous noise, like that of a cataract, that, at some times of the season, Mayor Davis, who presides over the council, which is over the jail, cannot hear the result of the roll call and must often times decide according to his own judgment, notwithstanding that of the city attorney. In fact this stream sometimes roars and gushes so that when the clerk reads a report, the travel of sound is so impeded that it occasionally occurs that Mayor Davis decides against the announced opinions of Board of Public Works Perkins.
It was in this whitewashed confinement beside the roaring Huron that the two unfortunate officers were said to be lodged. Much could they sympathize with Hobson and his men when they were confined in the roof of Moro at Santiago, where they could hear the roaring and dashing of the water in the wreck of Cevera's battle.
This occasioned much running around on the part of Ann Arbor's officers and one aroused Marshal Sweet in a vain endeavor to head a rescue party. The officers turned up all right this morning but are somewhat non-communicative about the Ypsilanti trip.