Finally we reeched Detroit. This bein a Democratic city, the President wuz hisself agin. His speech here wuz wun uv rare merit. He gathered together in one quiver all the sparklin arrows he had used from Washington to this point, and shot em one by one. He swung around the cirkle; he didn’t come to make a speech; he hed bin Alderman uv his native town; he mite hev been Dicktater, but woodent; and ended with a poetickal cotashun wich I coodent ketch, but wich, ez neer ez I cood understand, wuz,—
“Kum wun, kum all; this rock shel fly
From its firm base—in a pig’s eye.”
Here we repose for the nite. To-morrow we start onward, and shel continue swingin around the cirkle till we reach Chicago.
Petroleum V. Nasby, P.M.
(wich is Postmaster),
and likewise Chaplin to the expedishn.
XXXI.
The Presidential Tour Continued.—From Detroit to Indianapolis.
Post Offis, Confedrit × Roads
(wich is in the Stait uv Kentucky),
September 11, 1866.
I am at home, and glad am I that I am at home. Here in Kentucky, surrounded by Dimicrats, immersed a part of the time in my offishel dooties, and the balance uv the time in whiskey, with the privilege uv wallopin niggers, and the more inestimable and soothing privilege uv assistin in mobbin uv Northern Ablishnists, who are not yet all out uv the State, time passes pleasantly, and leaves no vain regrets. I alluz go to bed nites, feeling that the day hez not bin wasted.