every time he struck out, he was a cuttin' of his own
throat. He then blob blob blobbered, and gog gog goggled,
till he choked with words and passion, and then sot down.

"Then that English Radical feller, that spoke with great
voice, and little sense. Aint he a beauty, without paint,
that critter? He know'd he had to vote agin the Bill,
'cause it was a Government Bill, and be know'd he had to
speak for _Bunkum_, and therefore--"

"_Bunkum!_" I said, "pray, what is that?"

"Did you never hear of Bunkum?"

"No, never."

"Why, you don't mean to say you don't know what that is?"

"I do not indeed."

"Not Bunkum? Why, there is more of it to Nova Scotia
every winter, than would paper every room in Government
House, and then curl the hair of every gall in the town.
Not heer of _Bunkum_? why how you talk!"

"No, never."

"Well, if that don't pass! I thought every body know'd
that word. I'll tell you then, what Bunkum is. All over
America, every place likes to hear of its members to