VISIT TO THE INDIAN ENCAMPMENT.

It wuz a fair sunshiny mornin' (and it duz seem to me that the
fairness of a Saratoga mornin' seems fairer, and the sunshine
more sunshiny than it duz anywhere else), that Josiah and Ardelia
and me sot sail for the Indian Encampment, which wuz encamped on
a little rise of ground to the eastward of where we wuz.

Ardelia wuz to come to our boardin' place at halfpast 9 A. M.,
forenoon, and we wuz to set out together from there. And
punctual to the very half minute I wuz down on the piazza, with
my mantilly hung over my arm and my umberel in my left hand.
Josiah Allen was on the right side on me. And as Ardelia hadn't
come yet we sot down in a middlin' quiet part of the piazza, and
waited for her. And as we sot there, I sez to Josiah, as I
looked out on the fair pleasant mornin' and the fair pleasant
faces environin' of us round, sez I, "Saratoga is a
good-natured place, haint it, Josiah?"

And he said (I mistrust his corns ached worse than common, or
sunthin'), he said, he didn't see as it wuz any better-natured
than Jonesville or Loontown.

And I sez, "Yes it is, Josiah Allen." Sez I, folks are happier
here and more generous, the rich ones seem inclined to help them
that need help to a little comfort and happiness. Jest as I have
always said, Josiah Allen. When folks are happy, they are more
inclined to do good."

"Oh shaw!" sez Josiah. "That never made no difference with me."