the "event." We were telling
stories of dreams; when it came to my turn I said:--

"In 1860 I had never been in Ohio, nor did I know anything about it. One
night--it was at Reading, Pennsylvania--I fell asleep, I dreamed that I
_woke up_, rose from the bed, went to the match-box, struck a light, and
while it burned observed the room, which was just the same as when I had
retired. The match went out. I lit another, when what was my amazement
to observe that _everything in the room had changed its colour to a rich
brown_! Looking about me, I saw on a kind of _etagere_ scores of half-
burned candles in candlesticks, as if there had been a ball. I lighted
nearly all of them. Hearing a sound as of sweeping and the knocking of a
broom-handle without, I went into the next room, which was the hall where
the dance had been held. A very stupid fellow was sweeping it out. I
asked him where I was. He could not reply intelligently. There came
into the hall a bustling, pleasant woman, rather small, who I saw at a
glance was the housekeeper. She said something to the man as to the
room's being dark. I remarked that there was light enough in my room,
for I had lit all the candles. She cried, laughing, 'What extravagance!'
I answered, 'My dear little woman, what does a candle or two signify to
you? Now please tell me where I am. Last night I went to sleep in
Reading, Pennsylvania. Where am I now?' She replied (and of this word I
was not sure), 'In _Columbus_, Ohio.' I asked if there was any prominent
man in the place who was acquainted with Philadelphia, and who might aid
me to return. She reflected, and said that Judge _Duer_ and his two
daughters (of whom I had never heard) had just returned from the East."

Here MacCook interrupted me eagerly: "You were not in Columbus, but in
_Dayton_, Ohio. And it was not Judge Duer, but Judge _Duey_, with his
two daughters, who was that summer in the East." I went on:--

"I left the room and went into the hall. I came to the front door. Far
down below me I saw a winding river and a steamboat."

Here MacCook spoke again: "That was _surely_ Dayton. I know the house
and the view. But it could not have been Columbus." I went on:--

"I went downstairs too far by mistake into the cellar. There I found a
man sawing wood. I went up again. [Pray observe that a year _after_,
when I went West, this very incident occurred one morning in Cincinnati,
Ohio.] I found in the bar-