“Arter a while in comes a Britisher.
“‘Waiter,’ says he, ‘how far is it to the Falls?’
“‘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?’