Well, sir, he had the blamedest biggest, catty-cornedest pianner you ever laid eyes on; somethin like a distractid billiard table on three legs. The lid was heisted, and mighty well it was. If it hadnt been hed a-tore the intire insides clean out, and scattered em to the four winds of heaven.
You bet he did; but dont interrup me, When he first set down he peared to keer mighty little bout playin, and wished he hadn come. He tweedle-leedled a little on the trible, and twoodle-oodle-oodled some on the basejust foolin and boxin the things jaws for bein in his way. And I says to a man settin next to me, sI, what sort of fool playin is that? And he says, Heish! But presently his hands commenced chasin one nother up and down the keys, like a passel of rats scamperin through a garret very swift. Parts of it was sweet, though, and reminded me of a sugar squirrel turnin the wheel of a candy cage.
I was just about to git up and go home, bein tired of that foolishness, when I heard a little bird wakin up away off in the woods, and callin sleepy-like to his mate, and I looked up and I see that Ruben was beginnin to take some interest in his business, and I set down agin. It was the peep o day. The light come faint from the east, the breeze blowed gentle and fresh, some more birds waked up in the orchard, then some more in the trees near the house, and all begun singin together. People begun to stir, and the gal opened the shutters. Just then the first beam of the sun fell upon the blossoms; a leetle more and it tetcht the roses on the bushes, and the next thing it was broad day; the sun fairly blazed; the birds sang like theyd split their little throats; all the leaves was movin, and flashin diamonds of dew, and the whole wide world was bright and happy as a king. Seemed to me like there was a good breakfast in every house in the land, and not a sick child or woman anywhere. It was a fine mornin.
Presently the wind turned; it begun to thicken up, and a kind of grey mist come over things; I got low-spirited drectly. Then a silver rain began to fall; I could see the drops touch the ground; some flashed up like long pearl ear-rings, and the rest rolled away like round rubies. It was pretty, but melancholy. Then the pearls gathered themselves into long strands and necklaces, and then they melted into thin silver streams running between golden gravels, and then the streams joined each other at the bottom of the hill, and made a brook that flowed silent except that you could kinder see the music, specially when the bushes on the banks moved as the music went along down the valley. I could smell the flowers in the meadow. But the sun didnt shine, nor the birds sing; it was a foggy day, but not cold. The most curious thing was the little white angel boy, like you see in pictures, that run ahead of the music brook, and led it on, and on, away out of the world, where no man ever wasI never was, certain. I could see that boy just as plain as I see you. Then the moonlight come, without any sunset, and shone on the grave-yards, where some few ghosts lifted their hands and went over the wall, and between the black sharp-top trees splendid marble houses rose up, with fine ladies in the lit-up windows, and men that loved em, but could never get a-nigh em, and played on guitars under the trees, and made me that miserable I could a-cried, because I wanted to love somebody, I dont know who, better than the men with guitars did. Then the sun went down, it got dark, the wind moaned and wept like a lost child for its dead mother, and I could a got up then and there and preached a better sermon than any I ever listened to. There wasnt a thing in the world left to live for, not a blame thing, and yet I didnt want the music to stop one bit. It was happier to be miserable than to be happy without being miserable. I couldnt understand it. I hung my head and pulled out my hankerchief, and blowed my nose loud to keep from cryin. My eyes is weak anyway; I didnt want anybody to be a gazin at me a snivlin, and its nobodys business what I do with my nose. Its mine. But some several glared at me, mad as Tucker.
Then, all of a sudden, old Ruben changed his tune. He ripped and he rard, he tipped and tard, he pranced and he charged like the grand entry at a circus. Peared to me that all the gas in the house was turned on at once, things got so bright, and I hilt up my head, ready to look any man in the face, and not afeard of nothin. It was a circus, and a brass band, and a big ball, all goin on at the same time. He lit into them keys like a thousand of brick, he gave em no rest, day nor night; he set every livin joint in me a-goin, and not bein able to stand it no longer, I jumpt spang onto my seat, and jest hollered:
He had changed his tune again. He hopt-light ladies and tip-toed fine from eend to eend of the key-board. He played soft, and low, and solemn. I heard the church bells over the hills. The candles in heaven was lit, one by one. I saw the stars rise. The great organ of eternity began to play from the worlds end to the worlds end, and all the angels went to prayers. Then the music changed to water, full of feeling that couldnt be thought, and began to dropdrip, drop, drip, dropclear and sweet, like tears of joy fallin into a lake of glory. It was sweeter than that. It was as sweet as a sweetheart sweetenin sweetness with white sugar, mixt with powdered silver and seed diamonds. It was too sweet. I tell you the audience cheered. Ruben he kinder bowed, like he wanted to say, Much obleeged, but Id rather you wouldnt interrup me.
He stopt a minute or two, to fetch breath. Then he got mad. He run his fingers through his hair, he shoved up his sleeves, he opened his coat-tails a leetle further, he drug up his stool, he leaned over, and, sir, he just went for that old pianner. He slapt her face, he boxed her jaws, he pulled her nose, he pinched her ears and he scratched her cheeks, till she farly yelled. He knockt her down and he stompt on her shameful. She bellowed like a bull, she bleated like a calf, she howled like a hound, she squealed like a pig, she shrieked like a rat, and then he wouldnt let her up. He run a quarter-stretch down the low grounds of the bass, till he got clean into the bowels of the earth, and you heard thunder galloping after thunder, through the hollows and caves of perdition; and then he fox-chased his right hand with his left till he got away out of the trible into the clouds, whar the notes was finer than the pints of cambric needles, and you couldnt hear nothin but the shadders of em. And then he wouldnt let the old pianner go. He forard-twod, he crost over first gentleman, he crost over first lady, he balanced to pards, he chassade right and left, back to your places, he all handsd aroun, ladies to the right, promenade all, in and out, here and there, back and forth, up and down, perpetual motion, doubled and twisted and tied and turned and tacked and tangled into forty-leven thousand double bow-knots. By jings! it was a mixtery. And then he wouldnt let the old pianner go. He fetcht up his right wing, he fetcht up his left wing, he fetcht up his centre, he fetcht up his reserves. He fired by file, he fired by platoons, by company, by regiments and by brigades. He opened his cannon, siege-guns down thar, Napoleons here, twelve-pounders yonder, big guns, little guns, middle-sized guns, round shot, shell, shrapnel, grape, canister, mortars, mines and magazines, every livin battery and bomb agoin at the same time. The house trembled, the lights danced, the walls shuk, the floor come up, the ceilin come down, the sky split, the ground rocktheavens and earth, creation, sweet potatoes, Moses, nine-pences, glory, ten-penny nails, my Mary Ann, hallelujah, Samson in a simmon tree, Jeroosalm, Tump Tompson in a tumbler-cart, roodle-oodle-oodle-oodle ruddle-uddle-uddle-uddle raddle-addle-addle-addle-addle riddle-iddle-iddle-iddle reetle-eetle-eetle-eetle eetle-eetle p-r-rr-r-r-lang! per lang! perplang! p-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-lang! BANG!
With that bang! he lifted hisself bodily into the ar, and he come down with his knees, his ten fingers, his ten toes, his elbows and his nose, striking every single solitary key on that pianner at the same time. The thing busted and went off into seventeen hundred and fifty-seven thousand five hundred and forty-two hemi-demi-semi-quivers, and I knowd no mo.
When I come too, I were under ground about twenty foot, in a place they call Oyster Bay, treatin a Yankee that I never laid eyes on before, and never expect to agin. Day was a breakin by the time I got to the St. Nicholas hotel, and I pledge you my word I didnt know my name. The man asked me the number of my room, and I told him, Hot music on the half shell for two! I pintedly did.