from Life on the Mississippi
I stepped ashore with the feeling of one who returns out of a dead-and-gone generation. I passed through the vacant streets, still seeing the town as it was, and not as it is. The things about me and before me made me feel like a boy again -convinced me that I was a boy again, and that I had simply been dreaming an unusually long dream.
It had suffered no change; it was as young and fresh and gracious as ever it had been; whereas, the faces of the others were old, and scarred with the campaigns of life, and marked with their griefs and defeats.
During my three days' stay in the town, I woke up every morning with the impression that I was a boy - for in my dreams the faces were all young again, and looked as they had looked in the old times - but I went to bed a hundred years old, every night - for meantime I had been seeing those faces as they are now.
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