I looked up, startled.
“You are not in earnest? The good Ship of State has been driving straight on to the rocks ever since I can recollect, and she has not struck yet. Think of the Clay and Polk campaign!”
“Child’s play compared with the fight that is on now!” was the curt retort.
Something—I know not what—in his manner moved me to put a leading question.
“Have you made up your mind how you will vote?”
“Yes.”
“A month ago, you said you had not.”
“A good deal has happened in that month.”
It was not like him to be sententious with me, but I pushed the subject.
“I have never interfered with your political opinions, as you know, and I don’t care to vote, myself; but if I had a vote, I should be in no doubt where to cast it. Lovers of peace and concord should unite upon Bell and Everett. That party seems to me to represent the sanest element in this mammoth muddle.”