d about the only way Dave could get even with him was in his
own mild, humorous way. One day at dinner at a neighboring log-rolling,
when all danger of prosecution for cutting the bee-tree had passed,
Uncle Dave told of a recent dream of his, a pure invention. 'I dreamt,'
said he, 'that Colonel Andrews died and went to heaven. There was an
unusually big commotion at St. Peter's gate on his arrival. A troop
of angels greeted him, still the Colonel seemed displeased at his
reception. But the welcoming hosts humored him forward, and on nearing
the throne, the Almighty, recognizing the distinguished arrival, vacated
the throne and came down to greet the Colonel personally. At this mark
of appreciation, he relaxed a trifle, and when the Almighty insisted
that he should take the throne seat, Colonel Andrews actually smiled for
the first time on earth or in heaven.'

"Uncle Dave told this story so often that he actually believed it
himself. But finally a wag friend of Colonel Andrews told of a dream
which he had had about old Dave, which the latter hugely enjoyed.
According to this second vagary, the old vagabond had also died and gone
to heaven. There was some trouble at St. Peter's gate, as they refused
to admit dogs, and Uncle Dave always had a troop of hounds at his
heels. When he found that it was useless to argue the matter, he finally
yielded the point and left the pack outside. Once inside the gate he
stopped, bewildered at the scene before him. But after waiting inside
some little time unnoticed, he turned and was on the point of asking the
gate-keeper to let him out, when an angel approached and asked him to
stay. There was some doubt in Dave's mind if he would like the place,
but the messenger urged that he remain and at least look the city over.
The old hunter goodnaturedly consented, and as they started up one of
the golden streets Uncle Dave recognized an old friend who had once
given him a hound pup. Excusing himself to the angel, he rushed over to
his former earthly friend and greeted him with warmth and cordiality.
The two old cronies talked and talked about the things below, and
finally Uncle Dave asked if there was any hunting up there. The reply
was disappointing.

"Meanwhile the angel kept urging Uncle Dave forward to salute the
throne. But he loitered along, meeting former hunting acquaintances,
and stopping with each for a social chat. When they finally neared the
throne, the patience of the angel was n