The story begins, "It was night nowhere and nowhere was as dark as a bottle of ink in the bottom of a well..." Don't you want to know what happens to Mr. Jacks? As Jesse says, this text "is a prime example of American absurdist literature, penned by a long-forgotten ante-bellum writer well before the birth of Alfred Jarry."
Here's a scan of the front cover, which features a little print I made...
By the time you read this, I will probably be out of the edition of this book with the covers with my nifty print on them, but email me if you're interested in this book because it is rather a rare little text, and I can send you a copy without the covers. I'm also happy to learn about your ideas for other texts from the past which would make good tiny books, of course.