—As certain as death.
Very strange! Who were these "statesmen;" I suppose you mean his friends?
—Friends, indeed! Yes, like wolves are to sheep.
Is Mr. Hayes a sheep?
—The people that put him where he is, have made him sheepish enough; but he isn't a sheep. His hide is too thick for that. He would be a mule, only he isn't quite big enough.
Ah! You have a strange way of expressing yourself. But tell me, who were his "friends" as you call them?
—The same men that "worked" Grant.
What do you mean by "working" Grant?
—Putting a pair of "blinkers" on him, and then stealing everything they could lay their hands on; and then when they were going to be turned out, stealing the presidency so as to get another "hack" at the "swag."
Really, this language sounds dreadful, I don't understand it; but I suppose you mean right.