Pausing a moment for my heart to stop thumping, I lighted the match and shielded it with both hands until it was well under way, and then dropped the blazing splinter on the slender thread of gunpowder.

A noiseless flash instantly followed, and all was dark again.  I peeped through the crevice in the fence, and saw the main fuse spitting out sparks like a conjurer.  Assured that the train had not failed, I took to my heels, fearful lest the fuse might burn more rapidly than we calculated, and cause an explosion before I could get home.  This, luckily, did not happen.  There’s a special Providence that watches over idiots, drunken men, and boys.

I dodged the ceremony of undressing by plunging into bed, jacket, boots, and all.  I am not sure I took off my cap; but I know that I had hardly pulled the coverlid over me, when “Boom!” sounded the first gun of Bailey’s Battery.

I lay as still as a mouse.  In less than two minutes there was another burst of thunder, and then another.  The third gun was a tremendous fellow and fairly shook the house.

The town was waking up.  Windows were thrown open here and there and people called to each other across the streets asking what that firing was for.

“Boom!” went gun number four.

I sprung out of bed and tore off my jacket, for I heard the Captain feeling his way along the wall to my chamber.  I was half undressed by the time he found the knob of the door.

“I say, sir,” I cried, “do you hear those guns?”

“Not being deaf, I do,” said the Captain, a little tartly—­any reflection on his hearing always nettled him; “but what on earth they are for I can’t conceive.  You had better get up and dress yourself.”

“I’m nearly dressed, sir.”

“Boom!  Boom!”—­two of the guns had gone off together.

The door of Miss Abigail’s bedroom opened hastily, and that pink of maidenly propriety stepped out into the hail in her night-gown—­the only indecorous thing I ever knew her to do.  She held a lighted candle in her hand and looked like a very aged Lady Macbeth.

“O Dan’el, this is dreadful!  What do you suppose it means?”

“I really can’t suppose,” said the Captain, rubbing his ear; “but I guess it’s over now.”

“Boom!” said Bailey’s Battery.

Rivermouth was wide awake now, and half the male population were in the streets, running different ways, for the firing seemed to proceed from opposite points of the town.  Everybody waylaid everybody else with questions; but as no one knew what was the occasion of the tumult, people who were not usually nervous began to be oppressed by the mystery.

Some thought the town was being bombarded; some thought the world was coming to an end, as the pious and ingenious Mr. Miller had predicted it would; but those who couldn’t form any theory whatever were the most perplexed.