By putting himself into reverse, the doom-intended man left the twentieth century far ahead. Nineteen fifty-six was a good year to get out of. John Arthur Benn watched the roaring twenties go by, and the gay nineties, backwards, and wondered how it would be to pilot a riverboat on the Mississippi, or to fight under John Paul Jones. Before he was really aware of it, he was for a speeding second a contemporary of another John--Smith--and thought about the life of the Redman before the colonists began changing things around. By that time the scenery had begun to get monotonous--just shrinking trees--and John Arthur Benn swung over into lateral. Ah, England.…
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