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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1843 Excerpt:...to the right pint--you jest made me feel wolfish as when I and old dad war arter the red varmints; and now what'll you take? I'm goin' to publicly decline in your favor." Pouring out a tin full of the liquor, and stirring it as before, he stood upright upon the stump, with a foot on each side of his kegs, and drawing off his cap, toasted:--"The memory of the western pioneers /" A shout responded to his toast, which echoed far away in the depths of the adjoining forest, and seemed to awaken a response from the spirits of those departed heroes. "That's the way to sing it out, boys," responded old Sugar, "sich a yell as that would scar an inimy into ager fits, and make the United States Eagle scream 'Hail Columby.'" "While you're up, Sugar," said one of the crowd, give us a stump speech, yourself." "Bravo!" shouted an hundred voices, "a speech from Sugar." "Agreed, boys," said the old man, "I'll jest gin you a few words to wind up with, so keep quiet while your daddy's talkin' 'Sum tell it out jest like a song, I'll gin it to you sweet and strong.'" The ony objection ever made to me in this arr count as a legislatur', was made by the wimin, 'cause I war a bachelor, and I never told you afore why I re-mained in the state of number one--no fellar stays single pre-mtditated, and, in course, a hansum fellar like me, who all the gals declar' to be as enticin' as a jay bird, warn't goin' to stay alone, ef he could help it. I did see a creatur' once, named Sofy Mason, up the Cumberland, nigh onto Nashville, Tennesee, that I tuk an orful hankerin' arter, and I sot in talookin' anxious fur martrimony, and gin to go reglar to meetin', and tuk to dressin' tremengeous finified, jest...