There happened to be an old Jacksonian Democrat in the stage-coach, who had been attracted to the young professor by his manly bearing, his quiet urbanity, which cost him no effort, and especially by his politeness in giving a lady from the Blue Grass region a back seat, insisting “that she take it” in a most gentlemanly manner, while he took a far less comfortable one, riding backward. This brought him face to face with a full-blooded Kentuckian of the old type.
“You are a native of the soil, I take it, sir?”
“Yes, sir, but not of this state.”
“Of what state, may I ask?”
“The Keystone state of Pennsylvania, sir,” with a suppressed air of pride.
“Indeed, then you are from the North?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Clay has a good many friends up there, has he not?”
“Yes, sir, a great many.”
“Well, it was an awful whipping he got.”