curs for us to kiss. I dont care nothin for baby's
enyway, but I had to submit to a lot of slobberin for the sake of
inflooensin votes, for my Candydate. At Fishkill we stopped for
refreshments, and was waited on by a brass band and the Mayor and more
baby's. Mr. Gilley spoke a few wurds and thanked the crowd for their
curtesies, and named a few babies. Jest as we was steemin outer the
depot, he dropt his red bandanner handkerchef; you'd dide to see them
yung gals tumbel over each other and scrambel for it. Before they got
it, it was tore all up, in little bits, and most every gal wot got a
peece, unbuttoned there jerseys, and stowed it way in there bussums.
Fishkill, like Yungcurs, has got a purty good name, cos it emits a
perfume, very surgestive of cleenin fish, wot was fresh wen Preserdent
Buckannon was inaugerated.

Mr. Gilley was feelin orful proud of his recepshuns, all long the line,
& it warnt till we got to Albany that he found out that the peepel took
him for Preserdent Arthur. Then he got orful indignant, & made the air
of the cur smell like condensed sulfur gas, the way he swared. He sez
his xperience of unkindnesses has been purty big in his lifetime, but
that the peepel of New York State shuld take him for his Axerdensy was
the gol durndest unkindest cut of all, and he'd be struck by litenin,
with a asse's jaw, if he didn't make the furst barber he seen shave
them leg-a-mutton sidebords clene off, cos they was bringin his bald hed
inter disgrace. Wen we got to Troy we was met by the Centril Committee,
and druv round to all the salloons, so as we'd see all the sites, &
set em up for the crowd. I heer the band pleyin "See the conqrin hearo
comes." I guess the populace is waitin for me, so I'll have to stop
ritin now.

CHAPTER XIV.

IMMENSE NTHUSIASM.--SUM POINTERS ON THE TARIFF.--THE OHIO
BABY'S.----POOR LITTLE CAST OFF.--THE FALLEN GRATE.

My bussum swells to-nite with pride cos we've tuk the town by storm. If
peepel warnt all Demmycrats before, they is now, cos our speechyfyin
has struck in purty deep. The meetin was a grand suckcess fizzically,
morally, numerrically, and, I guess, votingly.

From the furst, we pollytishuns was received with a perfect ovashun.
Chair after chair rended the air, and the seen was only comparable to
the nitely concerts of the tommas cats and there parrymores on the back
fences of 42d street.

The silence was so grate you culd of hurd a dudine smile, we