"A droll scene that at the house o' represen_tatives_
last night," said Mr. Slick when we next met, "warn't
it? A sort o' rookery, like that at the Shropshire
Squire's, where I spent the juicy day. What a darned
cau-cau-cawin' they keep, don't they? These members are
jist like the rooks, too, fond of old houses, old woods,
old trees, and old harnts. And they are jist as proud,
too, as they be. Cuss 'em, they won't visit a new man,
or new plantation. They are too aristocratic for that.
They have a circle of their own. Like the rooks, too,
they are privileged to scour over the farmers' fields
all round home, and play the very devil.

"And then a fellow can't hear himself speak for 'em;
divide, divide, divide, question, question, question;
cau, cau, cau, cau, cau, cau. Oh! we must go there again.
I want you to see Peel, Stanley, Graham, Shiel, Russell,
Macauley, Old Joe, and so on. These men are all upper
crust here. Fust of all, I want to hear your opinion of
'em. I take you to be a considerable of a good judge in
these matters."

"No Bunkum, Mr. Slick."

"D--- that word Bunkum! If you say that 'ere agin, I
won't say another syllable, so come now. Don't I know
who you are? You know every mite, and morsel as well as
I do, that you be a considerable of a judge of these
critters, though you are nothin' but an outlandish
colonist; and are an everlastin' sight better judge, too,