grand to listen to, and made a body thrill all over, but there wasconsiderable many tunes going on at once, and that was a drawbackto the harmony, you understand; and then there was a lot of Injuntribes, and they kept up such another war-whooping that they kindof took the tuck out of the music. By and by I quit performing,and judged I'd take a rest. There was quite a nice mild old

When I found myself perched on a cloud, with a million otherpeople, I never felt so good in my life. Says I, "Now this isaccording to the promises; I've been having my doubts, but now I amin heaven, sure enough." I gave my palm branch a wave or two, forluck, and then I tautened up my harp-strings and struck in. Well,Peters, you can't imagine anything like the row we made. It was

About this time I begun to run across piles of those traps, lyingin the road. I just quietly dumped my extra cargo along with them.I looked around, and, Peters, that whole nation that was followingme were loaded down the same as I'd been. The return crowd had gotthem to hold their things a minute, you see. They all dumped theirloads, too, and we went on.

Then he disappeared in the crowd. I went on. A woman asked me tohold her palm branch, and then SHE disappeared. A girl got me tohold her harp for her, and by George, SHE disappeared; and so onand so on, till I was about loaded down to the guards. Then comesa smiling old gentleman and asked me to hold HIS things. I swabbedoff the perspiration and says, pretty tart--

We begun to meet swarms of folks who were coming back. Some hadharps and nothing else; some had hymn-books and nothing else; somehad nothing at all; all of them looked meek and uncomfortable; oneyoung fellow hadn't anything left but his halo, and he was carryingthat in his hand; all of a sudden he offered it to me and says--

Inside of fifteen minutes I was a mile on my way towards the cloud-banks and about a million people along with me. Most of us triedto fly, but some got crippled and nobody made a success of it. Sowe concluded to walk, for the present, till we had had some wingpractice.

Just as far as your eye could reach, there was swarms of clerks,running and bustling around, tricking out thousands of Yanks andMexicans and English and Arabs, and all sorts of people in theirnew outfits; and when they gave me my kit and I put on my halo andtook a look in the glass, I could have jumped over a house for joy,I was so happy. "Now THIS is something like!" says I. "Now," saysI, "I'm all right--show me a cloud."

I opened my eyes. Sure enough, it was a Pi Ute Injun I used toknow in Tulare County; mighty good fellow--I remembered being athis funeral, which consisted of him being burnt and the otherInjuns gauming their faces with his ashes and howling likewildcats. He was powerful glad to see me, and you may make up yourmind I was just as glad to see him, and feel that I was in theright kind of a heaven at last.

"A harp and a hymn-book, pair of wings and a halo, size 13, forCap'n Eli Stormfield, of San Francisco!--make him out a clean billof health, and let him in."

I hopped onto the carpet and held my breath and shut my eyes andwished I was in the booking-office of my own section. The verynext instant a voice I knew sung out in a business kind of a way--