“‘Little over a half a mile, Sir.’
“‘Which way do you get there?’
“‘Turn to the right, and then to the left, and then go a-head.’
“Rufe heard all this, and it kinder seemed dark to him; so arter cypherin’ it over in his head a bit, ‘Waiter,’ says he, ‘ain’t them the Falls of Niagara, I see there?’
“‘No, Sir.’
“‘Well, that’s tarnation all over now. Not the Falls?’
“‘No, Sir.’
“‘Why, you don’t mean to say, that them are ain’t the Falls?’
“‘Yes, I do, Sir.’
“‘Heaven and airth! I’ve come hundreds of miles a puppus to see ‘em, and nothin’ else; not a bit of trade, or speckelation, or any airthly thing but to see them cussed Falls, and come as near as 100 cents to a dollar, startin’ off without sein’ ‘em arter all. If it hadn’t a been for that are Britisher I was sold, that’s a fact. Can I run down there and back in half an hour in time for the stage?’