Looking Backward From 2000 to 1887
I did not faint, but the effort to realize my position made me very giddy, and I remember
that my companion had to give me a strong arm as he conducted me from the roof to a
roomy apartment on the upper floor of the house, where he insisted on my drinking a
glass or two of good wine and partaking of a light repast.
"I think you are going to be all right now," he said cheerily. "I should not have taken so
abrupt a means to convince you of your position if your course, while perfectly excusable
under the circumstances, had not rather obliged me to do so. I confess," he added
laughing, "I was a little apprehensive at one time that I should undergo what I believe you
used to call a knockdown in the nineteenth century, if I did not act rather promptly. I
remembered that the Bostonians of your day were famous pugilists, and thought best to
lose no time. I take it you are now ready to acquit me of the charge of hoaxing you."
"If you had told me," I replied, profoundly awed, "that a thousand years instead of a
hundred had elapsed since I last looked on this city, I should now believe you."
"Only a century has passed," he answered, "but many a millennium in the world's history
has seen changes less extraordinary."
"And now," he added, extending his hand with an air of irresistible cordiality, "let me
give you a hearty welcome to the Boston of the twentieth century and to this house. My
name is Leete, Dr. Leete they call me."
"My name," I said as I shook his hand, "is Julian West."
"I am most happy in making your acquaintance, Mr. West," he responded. "Seeing that
this house is built on the site of your own, I hope you will find it easy to make yourself at
home in it."
After my refreshment Dr. Leete offered me a bath and a change of clothing, of which I
gladly availed myself.
It did not appear that any very startling revolution in men's attire had been among the
great changes my host had spoken of, for, barring a few details, my new habiliments did
not puzzle me at all.
Physically, I was now myself again. But mentally, how was it with me, the reader will
doubtless wonder. What were my intellectual sensations, he may wish to know, on
finding myself so suddenly dropped as it were into a new world. In reply let me ask him
to suppose himself suddenly, in the twinkling of an eye, transported from earth, say, to
Paradise or Hades. What does he fancy would be his own experience? Would his
thoughts return at once to the earth he had just left, or would he, after the first shock,
wellnigh forget his former life for a while, albeit to be remembered later, in the interest