We struck Cashmere-on-the-Hudson about three o'clock on the afternoon of the day of the wedding. 'Twas a little country kind of a town, smaller by a good deal than Orham, and so we cal'lated that perhaps after all, the affair wouldn't be so everlasting tony. But when we hove in sight of Dillamead--Ebenezer's place--we shortened sail and pretty nigh drew out of the race. 'Twas up on a high bank over the river, and the house itself was bigger than four Old Homes spliced together. It had a fair-sized township around it in the shape of land, with a high stone wall for trimming on the edges. There was trees, and places for flower-beds in summer, and the land knows what. We see right off that this was the real Cashmere-on-the-Hudson; the village folks were stranded on the flats--old Dillaway filled the whole ship channel. “Well,” I says to Jonadab, “it looks to me as if we was getting out of soundings. What do you say to coming about and making a quick run for Orham again?” But he wouldn't hear of it. “S'pose I've spent all that money on duds for nothing?” he says. “No, sir, by thunder! I ain't scared of Peter Brown, nor her that's going to be his wife; and I ain't scared of Ebenezer neither; no matter if he does live in the Manufacturers' Building, with two or three thousand fathom of front fence,” he says. Some years ago Jonadab got reckless and went on a cut-rate excursion to the World's Fair out in Chicago, and ever sence then he's been comparing things with the “Manufacturers' Building” or the “Palace of Agriculture” or “Streets of Cairo,” or some other outlandish place. “All right,” says I. “Darn the torpedoes! Keep her as she is! You can fire when ready, Gridley!” So we sot sail for what we jedged was Ebenezer's front-gate, and just as we made it, a man comes whistling round the bend in the path, and I'm blessed if 'twa'n't Peter T. Brown. He was rigged to kill, as usual, only more so. “Hello, Peter!” I says. “Here we be.” If ever a feller was surprised, Brown was that feller. He looked like he'd struck a rock where there was deep water on the chart. “Well, I'll be ----” he begun, and then stopped. “What in the ----” he commenced again, and again his breath died out. Fin'lly he says: “Is this you, or had I better quit and try another pipe?” We told him 'twas us, and it seemed to me that he wa'n't nigh so tickled as he'd ought to have been. When he found we'd come to the wedding, 'count of Ebenezer sending us word, he didn't say nothing for a minute or so. “Of course, we HAD to come,” says Jonadab. “We felt 'twouldn't be right to disapp'int Mr. Dillaway.” Peter kind of twisted his mouth. “That's so,” he says. “It'll be worth more'n a box of diamonds to him. Do him more good than joining a 'don't worry club.' Well, come on up to the house and ease his mind.” So we done it, and Ebenezer acted even more surprised than Peter.