The Emperor, having appeased his hunger, took half an hour for reflection. Before the end of it came he began for the first time in his life to suffer the penalty of idleness and high living. Indigestion, the bane of towns and cities, had taken hold of him. Before leaving he made these entries in his little book:
"July the 4
"This aint no place for Strong
"Man might as well be in Ogdensburg * as have Ogdensburg in him.
"Strong's coon snaked out of his cage contrived to git even also coon made free and independent."
His revenge was of such lasting effect that, some say, for a long time thereafter dogs in Hillsborough fled terror-stricken at the sight of a coon-skin overcoat.
* It should be remembered that with the woods-loving and
wholly mistaken Emperor, Ogdensburg meant nothing less than
hell.