"I reckon you will,stranger,''he said sadly,"with that gift o'gab o'yourn.''
He turned without another word or nod of good-by and started back up the creek whence he had come.
"One gone,''said the Hon.Samuel Budd grimly,"and I swear I'm right sorry for him.''And so was I.
An hour later we struck the river,and another hour upstream brought us to where the contest of tongues was to come about.
No sylvan dell in Arcady could have been lovelier than the spot.Above the road,a big spring poured a clear little stream over shining pebbles into the river;above it the bushes hung thick with autumn leaves,and above them stood yellow beeches like pillars of pale fire.On both sides of the road sat and squatted the honest voters,sour-looking,disgruntled--a distinctly hostile crowd.The Blight and my little sister drew great and curious attention as they sat on a bowlder above the spring while I went with the Hon.Samuel Budd under the guidance of Uncle Tommie Hendricks,who introduced him right and left.The Hon.Samuel was cheery,but he was plainly nervous.There were two lanky youths whose names,oddly enough,were Budd.As they gave him their huge paws in lifeless fashion,the Hon.Samuel slapped one on the shoulder,with the true democracy of the politician,and said jocosely:
"Well,we Budds may not be what you call great people,but,thank God,none of us have ever been in the penitentiary,''and he laughed loudly,thinking that he had scored a great and jolly point.The two young men looked exceedingly grave and Uncle Tommie panic-stricken.He plucked the Hon.Sam by the sleeve and led him aside:
"I reckon you made a leetle mistake thar.Them two fellers'daddy died in the penitentiary last spring.''The Hon.Sam whistled mournfully,but he looked game enough when his opponent rose to speak --Uncle Josh Barton,who had short,thick,upright hair,little sharp eyes,and a rasping voice.Uncle Josh wasted no time:
"Feller-citizens,''he shouted,"this man is a lawyer--he's a corporation lawyer'';the fearful name--pronounced "lie-yer''--rang through the crowd like a trumpet,and like lightning the Hon.Sam was on his feet.
"The man who says that is a liar,''he said calmly,"and I demand your authority for the statement.If you won't give it--I shall hold you personally responsible,sir.''
It was a strike home,and under the flashing eyes that stared unwaveringly,through the big goggles,Uncle Josh halted and stammered and admitted that he might have been misinformed.
"Then I advise you to be more careful,''cautioned the Hon.Samuel sharply.
"Feller-citizens,''said Uncle Josh,"if he ain't a corporation lawyer--who is this man?Where did he come from?I have been born and raised among you.You all know me--do you know him?Whut's he a-doin'now?He's a fine-haired furriner,an'he's come down hyeh from the settlemints to tell ye that you hain't got no man in yo'own deestrict that's fittin'to represent ye in the legislatur'.Look at him--look at him!He's got FOUR eyes!Look at his hair--hit's PARTED IN THE MIDDLE!''
There was a storm of laughter--Uncle Josh had made good--and if the Hon.
