Don't it say full moon on the 20th?
and this yer's only the 9th, and yet it's full moon now." "That's so; and--Er--er--Less--see Er-er--Mr.Bones, do you know what year this almanac is for ?" "Why, 1876, of course." "No, it isn't; it's for 1866.

It's ten years old." "Oh no! 1866! Well, now, it is.

I declare! 1866! Why, merciful Moses! I got the wrong one off the shelf, and I've been depending on it for three months! No wonder the lamps was wrong.

Well, that beats everything." Then Mr.Bones tore up the almanac and got one for 1876, and ever since that time the lamp-lighting department has given tolerable satisfaction.
But it is as a night-watchman that Mr.Bones shines with surpassing splendor.

When he first entered the service, he was very anxious to make a good impression on Colonel Coffin, the burgess and head of the village government; and the first night upon which he went on duty Colonel Coffin was awakened about half-past twelve by a furious ring at his door-bell.