Part 9 (2/2)
”Now,” continued Wiggins, ”having disposed of Higgins, I am going to launch out on the great political questions of the day--questions that swell up in me, and fairly make me tremble all over, to think on. We've a mighty sight to do, to take care of them liberties that was 'queathed to us by Gen'ral Was.h.i.+ngton, jest before he died. The old hero know'd he was a-going, but afore he went, he give us our liberty, and said all that he asked on us was to take care on it, and not let anybody steal or coax it away from us, but always hold on to it like a dog to a root. If it hadn't been for our party,” exclaimed Wiggins, in a loud voice, ”that great American eagle that has flew'd so long, and kivered our juvenil' years with his wings--that eagle, feller citizens, that sleeps on the ragin tornado, and warms himself in the sun--_that_ eagle, I say--_that_ eagle! eagle! would now be as dead as a smelt, lying on his back, a-groaning for help. (Great applause, and three cheers.) (Wiggins said he hoped the audience would hold in their manifestations of applause as much as they could, as it scattered his thoughts.) The fust whig,” continued Wiggins, ”that we have any notis' on in his'try, is the old feller with tail and horns, who goes to and fro, up and down the airth; and he, you know, stole all-er Job's property, killed off his children, and came pretty near killing the old man himself. The next was John Adams, who didn't want anybody to come into the country, nor say nothing after they had got here. He, feller citizens, was for exploding all the glories of natur, and drying up the e_tar_nal fountains of hope and consolation--for turning man back again into the regions of confusion, where all is night and misery! (Very great applause, followed by a flight of hats in the air.) The next whig was everybody that supported old John, such as Higgins and his party.
”Now, feller citizens, what's the reason you hain't got any more money?
It's because the laws ain't right. Man was born to have enough of everything. This is a big world we live in--it ram'fys itself all round the 'quator, and its mountains diversify themselves into infinity. You own your part on't just as much as the greatest nabob; and all you've got to do is to stand up to the rack, vote for true men, and you'll get it; and it's your duty to rise in your wrath, break the chains of oppression, and declare that you'll never lay down the sword until the last enemy is routed.” (More applause.) Here a solemn-faced man rose, and asked Wiggins to define himself on the ”licker question.” ”Thank you, sir,” replied Wiggins--”was just comin' to that.” ”The licker question--the licker question,” continued Wiggins, speaking with gravity, for there was a great division of opinion among his hearers on that subject--”the licker question, feller citizens, is a _great_ question. Some people drink, some don't--some drink a little, some a good deal. The licker question is a question that a great many folks talk about. _I_ talk about it myself, and”
(the same man rose again, and ask'd Wiggins if he would ”vote agin licker?”
Wiggins said ”it throw'd him off his balance, to be disturb'd in public speaking”)--”everybody know'd how he stood on that pint--he'd never chang'd; he stood where his forefathers did; he went the whole hog on the licker question”--(”Which side?” inquired the man.) ”Which side? which side?” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Wiggins: ”do you wanter trammel up a free and in_der_pendent citizen of this mighty republic! How do I know, _here_, what I shall be called upon to vote _for_ or _agin_! Ask me to say I'll vote agin something that hain't come up yet! When David knocked over the great giant Goliah, do you 'spose he knew just where he'd throw the stone to hit him.” ”Yes-sir-ee,” exclaimed Higgins, springing on his feet ”he did that very thing.” Wiggins ”hoped order would be preserved. I shall leave to the expansive development of the times,” continued Wiggins, his arms flying like a windmill, ”the blazing energies of the day, and cling to the const.i.tution till it goes out inter the expiring regions of oblivion.”
(Three cheers were given.)
Wiggins sat down, evidently quite exhausted; and I noticed that he had made a decided impression. Higgins rose, stripped off his coat and vest, rolled up his s.h.i.+rt-sleeve, stuffed a quarter-paper of tobacco into his cheek, and ”ascended the platform.” He said he was a humble citizen, and warn't com'd of rich or larned folks--he _had_ tended lime-kiln--he _had_ doctor'd hosses--he _had_ druv stage; and he was goin' to drive and doctor a jacka.s.s. (Much cheering.) He had always _worked_ for his living. He'd give five dollars to any man who'd tell him where Wiggins _was_ born, or show that he ever did anything. _He_ lived on the sweat, and the blood, and the brains of the people. He'd tended grocery, peddled calickers, try'd to talk law once, and was now on a farm, just for appearance' sake. For himself, he was a humble link in the great whig chain. (Ike Turtle said he s'posed he was that link called the _swivel_.) Higgins, with an affected pleasantry, asked Turtle ”how long it was since he run'd away from the State of New York, for debt?” Turtle replied, that ”Wiggins ought to know, for he was along with him”--whereupon a tremendous shout was raised in favor of Turtle. Higgins rallied and proceeded. He said ”he warn't goin' to talk about the devil, and John Adams--he didn't know nothing about either on 'em--it was entirely agin his religion to speak of such things before such a 'spectable audience. (Some sensation.) What he wanted to do was, to carry the great, _etar_-nal, glorious principles of his party rite strait inter every mortal being, and save the country, which now lies bleeding at its last gasp.” (Ike asked Higgins to ”throw him down a bundle of them principles, and if they suited him, he'd take a few.”)
Somebody told Turtle to sit down, whereupon Turtle appealed to the crowd, and inquired if they'd see a citizen gagged down. (”No! no!” was the reply.)
Higgins went on. He said Wiggins warn't so near straight on the licker question as his yaller dog at hum, for his dog never got drunk, and Wiggins did, sometimes. (”That's a lie!” exclaimed Wiggins.) ”Of course he'll deny it, feller citizens--I would, if I was in his place--but I, feller citizens, without fear of man, not caring about an election, step forth, and say to you all, in the full blaze of day, that _I'll do all for the cause that lies in my power_, having in view the interests of everybody in this republic.” (Applause.)
Higgins said that ”he was sorry to see such a man as Wiggins trying to quote scripter to this audience--a man, feller citizens, is Wiggins--who don't know whether David was the son of Goliah, or Goliah the son of David--a man who don't know whether Paul wrote the book of Genesis, or Genesis the book of Paul--a swearin' man, feller citizens; and yet he talks about Goliah throwing stones at David. (Wiggins wished to correct Higgins--it was the other way--David threw the stone at Goliah.) Howsomever,” continued Higgins, ”he talks about the stones _bein' thrown_, and uses the scripters in this way; and arn't it a vile way, feller citizens, to catch your votes--to run himself into the legislater with, where he can knock over the liberties of the country, and make the green fields a howlin' waste again!” (This was followed by very great applause.)
After the applause ceased, Ike Turtle rose with gravity, and reaching forth a bottle towards Higgins, inquired if ”he wouldn't _have a little_, as natur couldn't bear up long under such rackin' thoughts.”
Higgins said he didn't believe this free and highly moral and religus audience would long stand a party who'd throw a jug of licker inter their faces.
Turtle replied that it was a mere experiment. He bro't it on pur_pos_ to see if there was _any_ place where Wiggins _wouldn't_ drink. (This raised a shout.)
Wiggins retorted by saying that ”he never had made a walking grocery of himself.” (Much laughter.)
Turtle ”didn't know about that--if he did he carried it _inside_.” The whole meeting finally got into a commotion, each party taking sides. Squire Longbow set up a hue and cry, ”In the name of the people of ----,” and order was restored. I heard him say, after the crowd had become quiet, ”that the const.i.tution guaranteed talking, and altho' he was on t'other side in politics, he must say, as a magistrate, that it guaranteed Higgins the floor, as the great Story decided in his chapter on rows and mobs.”
Higgins bowed to Squire Longbow, and proceeded. ”I'm not goin' to say much more, and, finally, feller citizens,” he continued, ”I won't say any more.
The audience is _so_ intelligent, understand so well all the principles of gov'ment, from Noah's family that sailed inter the ark, down to the remotest possibility of futer gen'rations--have so weigh'd everything 'longing to 'em, before the morning stars sang, and dirgested it by piece-meal--that it would be an everlasting insult for _me_ to attempt to talk furder--and in conclusion I will say: Three cheers for the dying heroes who got our freedom, and who now lie a-sleeping on the sh.o.r.es of glory!” (Tremendous applause, accompanied by cheers and swinging of hats.)
I have given, I believe, the substance of the first two speeches, but these were only introductory to those that followed. It was expected, when the meeting opened, that the speaking would occupy most of the day, and the specimens which I have reported were merely straws thrown out to determine which way the wind blew. The real questions at issue were dexterously dodged by sallies of wit and flights of unmeaning bombast.
Wiggins mounted the stand again, and spoke for an hour. He told a large number of humorous stories, and turned their point against Higgins--then he sailed away into the clouds astride a burst of nonsense--then he came down again. At one time, while Wiggins was ”cavorting in the upper regions,” as Turtle called it, Sile Bates, who was a whig, started to his feet, and placing his closed hand to one eye, and c.o.c.king the other, he stared away after him, as earnestly as if he were just pa.s.sing out of sight. Higgins followed, and the speaking was kept up, alternately, until about four o'clock in the afternoon, when the meeting closed, without either Higgins or Wiggins defining their position, or saying one word indicative of their future political course.
Just as the meeting closed, Ike Turtle, who was the real political manager on the part of the democratic party, rushed up to the speakers' stand, and swinging his hat round, cried out at the top of his lungs, ”Feller citizens! The democratic party, knowin' that the speaking would last a good while, and that natur might become exhausted in listenin' and 'tendin' to the duties of our common country, have prepared a roasted ox, down at 'Gillett's Corners' with all the fixins, where we want you all to go, whigs and democrats, both Higgins and Wiggins, and particularly the ladies, who have turned out so n.o.bly--and the young folks can have a dance in the evenin' if they wish.”
Here was a stroke of management worth all the speeches of the day. No one suspected that there was a dinner in preparation, and when Ike made the announcement, there was a shout that came from the heart, and made the woods ring. And the meeting adjourned to ”Gillett's Corners.”
Several other public political gatherings were held, and a very large amount of breath, time, and eloquence were expended; but the result was the election of Wiggins by a tremendous majority, and I do not now recollect of hearing of an allusion, by him, in the legislature, to any of those ”leading measures” that occupied his thoughts on the ”stump.”
I believe, after all, that the country was very well represented. Wiggins used about as much gas and deception in securing his seat as a New York politician, but not any more; but after he had obtained it, he felt and acted like a representative of the people, who had a reputation of his own to sustain. When I say ”well represented,” I mean that _he did no harm_--nor any good either--but always voted right on party questions, because his name began with W, and was nearly the last called--if it had begun with A, he would have ruined himself, and perhaps his country--so true it is that a man's fame or infamy may hang by a single thread.
CHAPTER IX.
Winter upon us.--The Roosters in the early Morning.--The Blue-Jays and the Squirrels.--The Improvident Turkey.--The Domestic Hearth, and who occupied it.--The Old Dog.--The Blessed Old Mail-Horse.--The Newspapers.--Our Come-to-Tea.--Mrs. Brown, her Arrival and Experiences.--Entree of Bird, Beagles & Co.--Conflicting Elements, and how Ike Turtle a.s.similated all.--Gratifying Consequences.
My little family, that I have spoken of, were quietly nestled away in the log hut, and winter was now upon us. The days came and went, and were marked by light and darkness, and our own domestic joys. There were no startling events to disturb any person's serenity--no rise or fall of stocks--no fires--no crashes in business--no downfall of pride--no bustle in the streets about the latest news--no nothing. The world moved on as monotonous as the tick-tick of a clock.
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