out of the way, send word to his persecutor; who, as soon as the line was as nearly completed as it ever would be, would come down on horseback with some diabolical device for waking the slumberer.  I will confess there is a subtle seeming of unlikelihood about all this; but in the land where Ponce de Leon searched for the Fountain of Youth there is an air of unreality in everything.  I can only say I have had the story by me a long time, and it seems to me just as true as it was the day I wrote it.

Sometimes the Colonel would seek out a hillside with a southern exposure; but no sooner would he compose his members for a bit of slumber, than Halsey would set about making inquiries for him, under pretence that a ship was en route from Liverpool, and the collector’s signature might be required for her anchoring papers.  Having traced him—­which, owing to the meddlesome treachery of the venal natives, he was always able to do—­Halsey would set off to Texas for a seed of the prickly pear, which he would plant exactly beneath the slumberer’s body.  This he called a triumph of modern engineering!  As soon as the young vegetable had pushed its spines above the soil, of course the Colonel would have to get up and seek another spot—­and this nearly always waked him.

Upon one occasion the Colonel existed five consecutive days without slumber—­travelling all day and sleeping in the weeds at night—­to find an almost inaccessible crag, on the summit of which he hoped to be undisturbed until the action of the dew should wear away the rock all round his body, when he expected and was willing to roll off and wake.  But even there Halsey found him out, and put eagles’ eggs in his southern pockets to hatch.  When the young birds were well grown, they pecked so sharply at the Colonel’s legs that he had to get up and wring their necks.  The malevolence of people who scorn slumber seems to be practically unlimited.

At last the Colonel resolved upon revenge, and having dreamed out a feasible plan, proceeded to put it into execution.  He had in the warehouse some Government powder, and causing a keg of this to be conveyed into his private office, he knocked out the head.  He next penned a note to Halsey, asking him to step down to the office “upon important business;” adding in a postscript, “As I am liable to be called out for a few moments at any time, in case you do not find me in, please sit down and amuse yourself with the newspaper until I return.”  He knew Halsey was at his counting-house, and would certainly come if only to learn what signification a Government official attached to the word “business.”  Then the Colonel procured a brief candle and set it into the powder.  His plan was to light the candle, dispatch a porter with the message, and bolt for home.  Having completed his preparations, he leaned back in his easy chair and smiled.  He smiled a long time, and even achieved a chuckle.  For the first time in his life, he felt a serene sense of happiness in being particularly wide awake.  Then, without moving from his chair, he ignited the taper, and put out his hand toward the bell-cord, to summon the porter.  At this stage of his vengeance the Colonel fell into a tranquil and refreshing slumber.