writer. From that day the Saints were adopted as historical lay
figures, and entered at once into possession of uninterrupted
gratuities and endowment.

It was not strange that, in a country largely made up of ambitious
and reckless youth, these two--types of conservative and settled
forms--should be thus celebrated. Apart from any sentiment or
veneration, they were admirable foils to the community's youthful
progress and energy. They were put forward at every social
gathering, occupied prominent seats on the platform at every public
meeting, walked first in every procession, were conspicuous at the
frequent funeral and rarer wedding, and were godfather and
godmother to the first baby born in Rough-and-Ready. At the first
poll opened in that precinct, Daddy Downey cast the first vote,
and, as was his custom on all momentous occasions, became volubly
reminiscent. "The first vote I ever cast," said Daddy, "was for
Andrew Jackson; the father o' some on your peart young chaps wasn't
born then; he! he! that was 'way long in '33, wasn't it? I
disremember now, but if Mammy was here, she bein' a school-gal at
the time, she could say. But my memory's failin' me. I'm an old
man, boys; yet I likes to see the young ones go ahead. I recklect
that thar vote from a suckumstance. Squire Adams was present, and
seein' it was my first vote, he put a goold piece into my hand,
and, sez he, sez Squire Adams, 'Let that always be a reminder of
the exercise of a glorious freeman's privilege!' He did; he! he!
Lord, boys! I feel so proud of ye, that I wish I had a hundred
votes to cast for ye all."

It was hardly necessary to say that the memorial tribute of Squire
Adams was increased tenfold by the judges, inspectors, and clerks,