Well, this catastrophe happened every morning regularly at five o'clock, and lost us three hours sleep; for, mind you, when that thing wakes you, it doesn't merely wake you in spots; it wakes you all over, conscience and all, and you are good for eighteen hours of wide-awakeness subsequently--eighteen hours of the very most inconceivable wide-awakeness that you ever experienced in your life.

A stranger died on our hands one time, aid we vacated and left him in our room overnight.

Did that stranger wait for the general judgment?
No, sir; he got up at five the next morning in the most prompt and unostentatious way.

I knew he would; I knew it mighty well.

He collected his life-insurance, and lived happy ever after, for there was plenty of proof as to the perfect squareness of his death.
"Well, we were gradually fading toward a better land, on account of the daily loss of sleep; so we finally had the expert up again, and he ran a wire to the outside of the door, and placed a switch there, whereby Thomas, the butler, always made one little mistake--he switched the alarm off at night when he went to bed, and switched it on again at daybreak in the morning, just in time for the cook to open the kitchen door, and enable that gong to slam us across the house, sometimes breaking a window with one or the other of us.