“And they don’t wear nothin’ but some feathers,” sez he.

“Wall,” sez I, “I don’t want to see no sech sight, and I don’t want you to.”

And dretful visions, as I said it, rolled through my mind of the awful day it would be for Jonesville, if Josiah Allen should carry home any such wild idees, and git the other old Jonesvillians stirred up in it.

To see him, and Deacon Henzy, and Deacon Bobbet, and the rest dressed up in a few feathers a-jumpin’ round, and a-beatin’ tin-pans, and a-contortin’ their old frames, would, I thought, be the finishin’ touch to me.  I had stood lots of his experimentin’ and branchin’s out into new idees, but I felt that I could not brook this, so I would not heed his desire to stop.  I made him move onwards.

And then come Austria.  There is thirty-six buildin’s here, and they show Austrian life and costumes in every particular.

Then come the Police Station, and Fire Department, and then a French Cider Press; but I didn’t care nothin’ about seein’ that—­cider duz more hurt than whiskey enough sight, American or French, and it wuzn’t any treat to me to see it made, or drunk up, nor the effects on it nuther.

Then there wuz a large French Restaurant, one of the best-built structures on the ground.

Then come right along St. Peter’s, jest as it is in this world, saints a-follerin’ sinners.

It is the exact model of the Church of St. Peter’s at Rome.

I would go in to see that, and Josiah consented after a parley.

It is the exact model down to the most minute details of that most wonderful glory of art.  It is about thirty feet long, and about three times as high as Josiah, and it is a sight to remember; it is perfectly beautiful.

In this buildin’ where the model is seen is some portraits of the different Popes, and besides these large models is some smaller ones of the beautiful Cathedral of Milan, the Piambino Palace, the Pantheon, and a statute of St. Peter himself.

Good old creeter, how I’ve always liked him, and thought on him!

But Josiah hurried me almost beyend my strength on the way out, for the Ferris Wheel wuz indeed nigh to us, and I forgive Josiah for his ardor when I see it.

[Illustration:  The Ferris Wheel wuz indeed nigh to us, and I forgive Josiah for his ardor when I see it.]

If there wuz nothin’ else to the World’s Fair but jest that wheel, it would pay well to go clear from Jonesville to Chicago to see it.  It stands up aginst the sky like a huge spider-web.  It is two hundred and fifty feet in diameter—­jest one wheel; think of that!  As wide as twenty full-sized city houses—­the idee!  And there are thirty-six cars hitched to it, and sixty persons can ride in each car.  So you can figger it out jest how much that huge spider-web catches when it gits in motion.  Wall, my feelin’s when I wuz a-bein’ histed up through the air wuz about half and half—­half sublimity and orr as I looked out on the hull glory of the world spread at my feet, and Lake Michigan, and everything—­