A Queer Halucination

Ou Saturday last there was picked up : at ililau a youug lad about sixteen years of age, wlio is afflicted with a very peculiar form of insanity. He gives his name as Walter Rogers, and says he comes from San Francisco, Cal. From which place he lias made the quickest time on record, often attaining a speed of 90 miles an hour. He is under the impression that he is a train of cars, and will go through with all the noises that an engine makes, and whistle loud enough to be heard a mile away. When starting up his train he makes his hands go around to imitate the drive wheels of an engine, and he reproduces the chew! chew ! chéw ! of an engine just starting up, alsothe escaping steam, and the noise of the steam brakes, to perfection. When the officers went after him he lead them a fine chase on the raüroad tracks. He said it was time for the train to start, so he ordered the fireinan to fill the tender with coal and the tank with water, imitating the whole business perfectly, then he pulled the lever and started the train, and after he got it under headway it took a horse to catch up with him. In his cell here at the county jail he is constantly keeping up the noise of the train, whistling down brakes, stopping the train, and everything down to the simplest detail is brought out. It is not believed that his home is in San Francisco, that simply being a vagary. On almost any other subject he is perfectly sane and can talk with a good deal of reason, but he can not get the cars out of hia brain, on which subject his head is corapletely tnrned. As soon as a vacancy is' made at Pontiac, so thathe can be admitted, he will be taken to the asylum there, ös an unknown, and the state of Michigan will be obliged to care for him until his home aud friends can be ascertained. If the case was not so pitiable, liis antics and imitations would be very amusing. As it is, he furnishes considerable entertainment for tliem at the jail. The Ann Arbor Street Car line has issued a new ticket which they sell for a quarter, good for six rides. This ticket will remind one of Mark ïwain's poety about the "Conductaire" and the way he punched with "caire," the ticket given hirn by the "passingaire."