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Ez though the greasin' on him worn't a thing to

hire Choate fer; Aint it ez easy done to drop a ballot in a box Fer one ez't is fer tother, fer the bulldog ez the

fox?It takes a mind like Dannel's, fact, ez big ez all ou’

doors, To find out thet it looks like rain arter it fairly

pours; I 'gree with him, it aint şo dreffle troublesome to Fer Taylor arter all,—it's jest to go an' change

your coat; Wen he's once greased, you'll swaller him an?

never know on't, scurce, Unless he scratches, goin' down, with them’ere Gin


'ral's spurs.

I've ben a votin' Demmercrat, ez reg’lar ez a

clock, But don't find goin' Taylor gives my narves no gret

'f a shock; Truth is, the cutest leadin' Wigs, ever sence fust

they found Wich side the bread gut buttered on, hev kep’ a

edgin' round; They kin' o' slipt the planks frum out th' ole plat

form one by one An' made it gradooally noo, 'fore folks know'd wut

wuz done, Till, fur’z I know, there aint an inch thet I could

lay my han' on, But I, or any Demmercrat, feels comf'table to stan'

on, An' ole Wig doctrines act'lly look, their occ'pants Lonesome ez staddles on a mash without no hay

ricks on.

bein' gone,

1 spose

it's time now I should give my thoughts

upon the plan, Thet chipped the shell at Buffalo, o' settin' up ole

Van. I used to vote fer Martin, but, I swan, I'm clean

disgusted, He aint the man thet I can say is fittin' to be

trusted; He aint half antislav'ry 'nough, nor I aint sure, ez

some be, He'd


in fer abolishin' the Deestrick o’ Columby; • An', now I come to recollect, it kin' o' makes me

sick’z A horse, to think o'wut he wuz in eighteen thirty-six. An' then, another thing ;-I guess, though mebby I

am wrong This Buff’lo plaster aint agoin' to dror almighty

strong; Some folks, I know, hev gut th' idee thet No'thun

dough 'll rise, Though, 'fore I see it riz an' baked, I wouldn't

trust my eyes ; 'Twill take more emptins, a long chalk, than this

noo party's gut, To give sech heavy cakes ez them a start, I tell ye But even ef they caird the day, there wouldn't be

no endurin' To stan' upon a platform with sech critters ez Van


Buren ;

os; wy,

An' his son John, tu, I can't think how thet 'ere chap

should dare To speak ez he

they say he used to cuss an' swear! I spose he never read the hymn thet tells how down

the stairs A feller with long legs wuz throwed thet wouldn't

say his


This brings me to another pint: the leaders o' the

party Aint jest sech men ez I can act along with free an'

hearty ; They aint not quite respectable, an’ wen a feller's

morrils Don't toe the straightest kin' o' mark, wy, him an'

me jest quarrils. I went to a free soil meetin' once, an’ wut d'ye

think I see? A feller was aspoutin' there thet acťlly come to me, About two year ago last spring, ez nigh ez I can

jedge, An'axed me ef I didn't want to sign the Tem

prunce pledge! He's one o' them that goes about an’sez you hedn't

ough' ter Drink nothin', mornin', noon, or night, stronger 'an

Taunton water. There's one rule I've ben guided by, in settlin' how

to vote, ollers, I take the side thet isn't took by them consarned


Ez fer the niggers, I've ben South, an' thet hez

changed my mind; A lazier, more ongrateful set you couldn't nowers

find. You know I mentioned in my last thet I should buy

a nigger, Ef I could make a purchase at a pooty mod’rate

figger; So, ez there's nothin' in the world I'm fonder of 'an

gunnin', I closed a bargin finally to take a feller runnin'. I shou’dered queen’s-arm ån’ stumped out, an’ wen

I come t th' swamp,


"Tworn't very long afore I gut upon the nest o'

Pomp ; I come acrost a kin' o' hut, an', playin' round the

door, Some little woolly-headed cubs, ez many’z six or At fust I thought o'firin', but think twice is safest

ollers ; There aint, thinks I, not one on 'em but's wuth his

twenty dollars, Or would be, ef I hed 'em back into a Christian

land, How temptin' all on 'em would look upon an auc

tion-stand! (Not but wut I hate Slavery in th' abstract, stem to

starn, I leave it ware our fathers did, a privit State con

sarn.) Soon’z they see me, they yelled an' run, but Pomp

wuz out ahoein' A leetle patch o' corn he hed, or else there aint no

knowin' He wouldn't ha’ took a pop at me; but I hed gut An’ wen he looked, I vow he groaned ez though

he'd broke his heart; He done it like a wite man, tu, ez nat’ral ez a

pictur, The imp’dunt, pis'nous hypocrite ! wus ’an a boy

constrictur. - You can't gum me, I tell ye now, an' so you

needn't try, I’xpect my eye-teeth every mail, so jest shet up,”

I. " Don't go to actin' ugly now, or else I'll jest let

strip, You'd best draw kindly, seein' 'z how I've gut ye

on the hip;

the start,

Besides, you darned ole fool, it aint no gret of a

disaster To be benev'lently druv back to a contented master, Ware

you hed Christian priv’ledges you don't seem

quite aware of, Or you'd ha' never run away from bein' well took

care of; Ez fer kin' treatment, wy, he wuz so fond on ye, he

said He'd give a fifty spot right out, to git ye, 'live or

dead; Wite folks 'aint sot by half ez much ; 'member I

run away, Wen I wuz bound to Cap’n Jakes, to Mattysqum

scot bay ; Don’ know him, likely ? Spose not; wal, the

mean ole codger went An' offered—wut reward, think ? Wal, it worn't

no less 'n a cent.”

Wal, I jest gut 'em into line, an druv 'em on afore

me, The pis'nous brutes, I'd no idee o' the ill-will they

bore me ;

We walked till som'ers about noon, an' then it grew

so hot

I thought it best to camp awile, so I chose out a spot Jest under a magnoly tree, an' there right down I

sot; Then I unstrapped my wooden leg, coz it begun to

chafe, An' laid it down 'long side o' me, supposin' all wuz I made my darkies all down around me in a

ring, An' sot an' kin' o' ciphered up how much the lot

would bring;

safe ;

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