There was no trouble about that, for Bermuda is not large, and is like the earlier Garden of Eden, in that everybody in it knows everybody else, just as it was in the serpent's headquarters in Adam's time.

We easily found Miss Kirkham--she that had been the blooming girl of a generation before--and she was still keeping boarders; but her mother had passed from this life.

She settled the date for us, and did it with certainty, by help of a couple of uncommon circumstances, events of that ancient time.

She said we had sailed from Bermuda on the 24th of May, 1877, which was the day on which her only nephew was born--and he is now thirty years of age.

The other unusual circumstance--she called it an unusual circumstance, and I didn't say anything--was that on that day the Rev.Mr.Twichell (bearing the assumed name of Peters) had made a statement to her which she regarded as a fiction.