like a needle in a hay mow."

He looked down on me and sort a smiled. I s'pose it wuz because
I compared myself to a needle, and he sez, "A cambric needle, or
a darnin' needle?"

And I sez, "I wouldn't laugh in such a time as this, Josiah Allen."
Sez I, "Do jest look over there on the race course."

And it wuz a thrillin' seen. It wuz a place big enough for all
the horses of our land to run 'round in and from Phario's horses
down to them of the present time. And beautiful broad smooth
roads cut in the green velvet of the grass, and horses goin'
'round jest like lightnin', with little light buggys hitched to
'em, some like the quiver on sheet lightnin' (only different
shape) and men a drivin' 'em.

And then there wuz a broad beautiful race course with little
clusters of trees and bushes, every little while right in the
road, and if you'll believe it, I don't s'pose you will, but it
is the livin' truth, when them horses, goin' jest like a flash of
light, with little boys all dressed in gay colors a ridin' 'em --
when them horses came to them trees instid of goin' 'round 'em,
or pushin' in between 'em, or goin' back agin, they jumped right
over 'em. I don't spose this will be believed by lots of folks
in Jonesville and Loontown, but it is the truth, for I see it
with both my eyes. Josiah riz right up in the buggy and cheered
jest as the rest of 'em did, entirely unbeknown to himself, so he
said, to see it a goin' on.