him they called 'the Bannercross Murderer'--an Englishman. There
were four patriarchs and two prophets on the Grand Stand that time-
-there hasn't been anything like it since Captain Kidd came; Abel
was there--the first time in twelve hundred years. A report got
around that Adam was coming; well, of course, Abel was enough to
bring a crowd, all by himself, but there is nobody that can draw
like Adam. It was a false report, but it got around, anyway, as I
say, and it will be a long day before I see the like of it again.
The reception was in the English department, of course, which is
eight hundred and eleven million miles from the New Jersey line. I
went, along with a good many of my neighbors, and it was a sight to
see, I can tell you. Flocks came from all the departments. I saw
Esquimaux there, and Tartars, Negroes, Chinamen--people from
everywhere. You see a mixture like that in the Grand Choir, the
first day you land here, but you hardly ever see it again. There
were billions of people; when they were singing or hosannahing, the
noise was wonderful; and even when their tongues were still the
drumming of the wings was nearly enough to burst your head, for all
the sky was as thick as if it was snowing angels. Although Adam
was not there, it was a great time anyway, because we had three
archangels on the Grand Stand--it is a seldom thing that even one
comes out."

"What did they look like, Sandy?"

"Well, they had shining faces, and shining robes, and wonderful
rainbow wings, and they stood eighteen feet high, and wore swords,
and held their heads up in a noble way, and looked like soldiers."

"Did they have halos?"