as full of questions as a porcupine is full of quills.

"Well, sir," said he, "if I can prove to you that you are a slave, will
you believe it?"

"No," I said, "unless you make me feel like a slave, too! No man is a
slave who does not feel slavish."

But I was no match for that astonishing young orator; and he had the
advantage over me of a soap box! Moreover, at that moment, the keen-eyed
assistant, never missing an opportunity, offered me one of his little
red books.

"If you can read this without feeling a slave," he remarked, "you're
John D. himself in disguise."

I bought his little red book and put it with the pamphlet of the
freethinker, and the tract of the God-fearing man, and stepped out of
that group, feeling no more servile than when I went in. And I said to
myself:

"This, surely, is a curious place to be in."

For I was now strangely interested in these men of the eddy.

"There are more gods preached here," I said, "than ever were known on
the Acropolis."

Up the square a few paces I saw a covered wagon with a dense crowd
around it. And in front of it upon a little platform which raised the