Wall, he said he would mention it to 'em; and says he, with a contented look,—
“I told uncle Nate I knew I wus right. I knew Liberty wus a man.”
Wall, I didn't say no more: and I got him as good a supper as the house afforded, and kep' still as death on politics; fur I could not help havin' some hopes that he might get sick of the idee of public life. And I kep' him down close all that evenin' to religion and the weather.
But, alas! my hopes wus doomed to fade away. And, as days passed by, I see the thought of bein' a senator wus ever before him. The cares and burdens of political life seemed to be a loomin' up in front of him, and in a quiet way he seemed to be fittin' himself for the duties of his position.
He come in one day with Solomon Cypher'ses shovel, and I asked him “what it wuz?”
And he said “it wus the spoils of office.”
And I says, “It is no such thing: it is Solomon Cypher'ses shovel.”