. . . .

This is a speciment of how things was goin' in my place of
residence.
. . . .

A few was true blue. The schoolmaster was among 'em. He
greeted me warmly. He said I was welkim to those shores. He
said I had a massiv mind. It was gratifyin', he said, to see
the great intelleck stalkin' in their midst onct more. I have
before had occasion to notice this schoolmaster. He is
evidently a young man of far more than ord'nary talents.

The schoolmaster proposed we should git up a mass meetin'.
The meetin' was largely attended. We held it in the open air
round a roarin' bonfire.

The schoolmaster was the first orator. He's pretty good on
the speak. He also writes well, his composition bein' seldom
marred by ingrammatticisms. He said this inactivity surprised
him. "What do you expect will come of this kind of doin's?
Nihil fit--"

"Hooray for Nihil!" I interrupted. "Fellow-citizens, let's
giv three cheers for Nihil, the man who fit!"

The schoolmaster turned a little red, but repeated--"Nihil
fit."

"Exactly," I said. "Nihil FIT. He wasn't a strategy feller."