“Yes, Oblivion,” said the Hatter. “That’s where they dump defeated candidates and other undesirables. Come on, we can cross a little below here.”
He indicated a thin plank that lay across the Chasm of Oblivion.
“Will it hold us?” said Alice.
“It has held the G. O. P. Elephant and the Democratic Donkey, and all sorts of people and [p 110] />]things. Let’s hurry over, as here comes the Elephant now, with Mr. Taft riding it, and the plank might give way.”
II.
“By the way,” said the Hatter, “here is my hat store.”
There were only two kinds in the window—square paper caps and high silk hats. Alice had never seen paper caps before.
“They’re worn by the laboring man,” said the Hatter; “but you never see them outside of Cartoonland. The plug hats are for Capitalists. I also keep whiskers; siders for Capital and ordinary for Labor.”
“O, there’s a railroad train!” said Alice, suddenly.
“No use taking that train,” said the Hatter; “it doesn’t go. Did you ever see an engine like that outside Cartoonland? And even if it did work we shouldn’t get very far, as the rock Obstruction is always on the track.”