I found I was fifty-six miles from New York.

The farmer had heard of no accident; there was no railway nearer than six miles; the highway was little used.

I told the good people my story and they suspected me of being drunk or crazy, but did not credit a single word I said." "That was but natural," said Uncle John.
"After breakfast I took stock of myself.

In my pockets I found a twenty-dollar bill and some silver.

I wore a watch and chain and a ring set with a good-sized diamond.