An Illinois paper has the following: “The funeral services of the late William P. Lewis were somewhat hurried to enable his estimable and grief-stricken widow to catch the two o’clock train for Chicago, where she goes to visit friends.”
“Fellow-citizens,” said the candidate, “I have fought against the Indians. I have often had no bed but the battle-field, and no canopy but the sky. I have marched over the frozen ground till every step has been marked with blood.”
His story told well, till a dried-up looking voter came to the front.
“Did yer say yer’d fought for the Union?”
“Yes,” replied the candidate.
“And agin the Indians?”
“Yes, many a time.”
“And that you had slept on the ground with only the sky for a kiver?”
“Certainly.”