"As I left the house, I saw an almanac hanging on the wall for the year 2564. The first thought, when I saw this, was, 'Where, in the name of Andrew Jackson, is Puddleford now?'
"But what was my surprise, when I got inter the street, which was all laid with slabs of granite, and lined with palaces, to find Squire Longbow walking along with his wings folded on his back, looking as nat'ral as the old fogy himself.
"'Squire,' said I, 'here's to you!'
"The Squire said 'he hadn't the honor of my 'quaintance.'
"'O, you old scoundrel!' said I, 'you can't come that—'"
"That's false!" exclaimed Longbow; "I didn't have no such talk."
"It was only a dream—you forget," answered Ike.
"Exactly," replied the Squire, relapsing into his former mood.
"'You can't come that, old man,' I repeated; 'I could tell you in the streets of Jerusalem in the night; what are you about, old feller? You look fat and pussy.'
"The Squire said 'he was Judge of the Continental Supreme Court.'