“Wall! you will have to get there first.”
“Oh! you needn't worry. I can get there easy enough. I s'pose I shall have to work hard jest as they all do. But as I told you before, if every thing else fails, I have got a grand plan to fall back on—sunthin' new and uneek. Josiah Allen is nobody's fool, and the nation will find it out so.”
Then, oh, how I urged him to tell his plan to his lovin' pardner! but he wouldn't tell.
But hours and hours would he spend, a tellin' me what great things he wus goin' to do when he got to Washington.
Says he, “There is one thing about it. When I get to be United-States senator, uncle Nate Gowdey shall be promoted to some high and responsible place.”
“Without thinkin' whether he is fit for it or not?” says I.
“Yes, mom, without thinkin' a thing about it. I am bound to help the ones that help me.”
“You wouldn't have him examined,” says I,—“wouldn't have him asked no questions?”
“Oh, yes! I'd have him pass a examination jest as the New-York aldermen do, or the civil-service men. I'd say to him, 'Be you uncle Nate Gowdey?'
“'Yes.'