away from home.'' Then came the roar--
and the Hon. Samuel had to quell it with
uplifted hand.

``And did your Uncle Joshua marry a
mountain wife? No I He didn't think
any of your mountain women were good
enough for him, so he slips down into the
settlemints and STEALS one. And now,
fellow-citizens, that is just what I'm here for
--I'm looking for a nice mountain girl,
and I'm going to have her.'' Again the
Hon. Samuel had to still the roar, and then
he went on quietly to show how they must
lose the Court-House site if they did not
send him to the legislature, and how, while
they might not get it if they did send him,
it was their only hope to send only him.
The crowd had grown somewhat hostile
again, and it was after one telling period,
when the Hon. Samuel stopped to mop his
brow, that a gigantic mountaineer rose in
the rear of the crowd:

``Talk on, stranger; you're talking
sense. I'll trust ye. You've got big
ears!''

Now the Hon. Samuel possessed a
primordial talent that is rather rare in these