or a writin' poetry, I didn't know which, but I knew it wuz one or
the other of 'em. And I wuz tired enough myself to lay my head
down and repose in the arms of sleep, and told my companion so,
but he said:

"Oh shaw! Let old Morpheus wait for us till we get back, there'll
be time enough to rest then."

Josiah felt so neat, that he wuz fairly beginnin' to talk high
learnt, and classical. But I didn't say nothin' to break it up,
and tied on my bonnet with calmness (and a double bow knot) and we
sallied out.

Soon, or mebby a little after, for we didn't walk fast on account
of my deep tucker, we stood in front of what seemed to be one hull
side of a long street, all full of orniments and open work, and
pillows, and flowers, and carvin's, and scallops, and down between
every scollop hung a big basket full of posys, of every beautiful
color under the heavens. And over all, and way back as fur as we
could see, wuz innumerable lights of every color, gorgeousness a
shinin' down on gorgeousness, glory above, a shinin' down on glory
below. And sweet strains of music wuz a floatin, out from
somewhere, a shinin' somewhere, renderin' the seen fur more
beautiful to all 4 of our wraptured ears.

And Josiah sez, as we stood there nearly rooted to the place by
our motions, and a picket fence, sez he dreamily,

"I almost feel as if we had made a mistake, and that this is the
land of Beuler." And he murmured to himself some words of the old