"Comrades! listen to your chief. You all know my position on Lecompton. Where I stand in regard to low tolls on the Ohio Ca.n.a.l is equally clear to you, and so with the Central American question. I believe I understand my little Biz. I decline defining my position on the Horse Railroad until after the Spring Election. Whichever way I says I don"t say so myself unless I says so also. Comrades! be virtuous and you"ll be happy." The Chief sat down amidst great applause, and was immediately presented with an elegant gold headed cane by his comrades, as a slight testimonial of their respect.
CHAPTER III.
"This is the last of Earth."--Page. "The hope of America lies in its well-conducted school-houses."--Bone. "I wish it to be distinctly understood that I want the Union to be Reserved."--N.T. Nash. "Sine qua non Ips Dixit Quid pro quo cui bono Ad infininim E Unibus plurum."--Brown.
Two hours later. Return we again to the Banditti"s Cave. Revelry still holds high carnival among the able and efficient bandits. A knock is heard at the door. From his throne at the head of the table the Chief cries, "Come in!" and an old man, haggard, white-haired, and sadly bent, enters the cave.
"Messieurs," he tremblingly e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.es, "for seventeen years I have not tasted of food!"
"Well," says a kind-hearted bandit, "if that"s so I expect you must be rather faint. We"ll get you up a warm meal immediately, stranger."
"Hold!" whispered the Chief in tones of thunder, and rushing slowly to the spot; "this is about played out. Behold in me RED HAND, the Bandit Chief, once Clarence Stanley, whom you cruelly turned into a cold world seventeen years ago this very night! Old man, perpare to go up!"
Saying which the Chief drew a sharp carving knife and cut off Mr.
Blinker"s ears. He then scalped Mr. B., and cut all of his toes off. The old man struggled to extricate himself from his unpleasant situation, but was unsuccessful.
"My goodness," he piteously exclaimed, "I must say you are pretty rough. It seems to me--."
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PYROTECHNY: A ROMANCE AFTER THE FRENCH.
I.--THE PEACEFUL HAMLET.
Nestling among the grand hills of New Hampshire, in the United States of America, is a village called Waterbury.
Perhaps you were never there.
I do not censure you if you never were.
One can get on very well without going to Waterbury.
Indeed, there are millions of meritorious persons who were never there, and yet they are happy.
In this peaceful hamlet lived a young man named Pettingill.
Reuben Pettingill.
He was an agriculturist.
A broad-shouldered, deep-chested agriculturist.
He was contented to live in this peaceful hamlet.
He said it was better than a noisy Oth.e.l.lo.
Thus do these simple children of nature joke in a first cla.s.s manner.
II.--MYSELF.
I write this romance in the French style.
Yes: something that way.
The French style consists of making just as many paragraphs as possible.
Thus one may fill up a column in a very short time.
I am paid by the column, and the quicker I can fill up a column--but this is a matter to which we will not refer.
We will let this matter pa.s.s.
III.--PETTINGILL.
Reuben Pettingill was extremely industrious.
He worked hard all the year round on his father"s little farm.
Right he was!
Industry is a very fine thing.