"Waal, we're goin' ter make Andrew Jackson President anyhow, Major!" the Tennesseean drawled.
"I'm afraid they'll beat us," the Major answered, with a shake of his head.
"How'll they beat us when we git ready ter make the fight?"
"Old Hickory says himself, he ain't fit—"
"I reckon we know more about that than he does," persisted the man from Tennessee.
"The aristocrats don't think so—"
"What t'ell they got agin him? Ain't he the biggest man in this country to-day? Didn't he lick Spain and England both at Pensacola and didn't he finish the Red Coats at New Orleans—"
"They say his education's poor—"
"He knowed enough to make this country cock o' the walk—what more do they want—damn 'em!"
"They say he swears—"