They were equally guileless in other directions. Before the body was organised, an enthusiastic delegate bounced up to say something, but the Chair nipped him untimely in the bud: "No motion is in order until roll is called. Gentlemen will please remember parliamentary usage." The member sank limp into his seat, asking in awed whisper of his neighbour: "Whut in de worl' is dat?" Perplexity was great when a member rose to "make an inquiry." "Whut's dat?" "Whut dat he gwi make?" was whispered round, the question being settled summarily: "Well, it don' make no diffunce. We ain' gwi let him do it nohow case he ain' no Radicule." White constituents soon tried to muzzle black orators. Word was passed that white "Radicules" would talk and black members keep silent and vote as they were bid. "Shew! She-ew!" "Set down!" "Shut the door!" were household words, the last ejaculation coming into request when scraps seemed imminent and members wanted the sergeant-at-arms to take each other, yet preferred that the public should not be witness to these little family jars. Black, white, and yellow pages flew around, waiting on members; the blacker the dignitary, the whiter the page he summoned to bring pens, ink, paper, apples, ginger-cakes, goober-peas. And newspapers. No sooner did darkeys observe that whites sent out and got newspapers than they did likewise; and sat there reading them upside down. The gallery of coloured men and women come to see the show were almost as diverting as the law-makers. Great were the flutterings over the seating of John Morrissey, the "Wild Irishman," mistaken for his namesake, the New York pugilist. "Dat ain't de man dat fit Tom Higher?" "I tell you it am!" "Sho got muscle!" "He come tuh fit dem Preservatives over dar." According to the happy darkey knack of saying the wrong thing in the right place, a significant version of "Conservative" was thus applied to the little handful of representative white Virginians. Great, too, were the flutterings when Governor "Plowpint" (so darkeys pronounced Pierpont) paid his visit of ceremony; and when General Schofield and aide marched in in war-paint and feathers: the Chair waved the gavel and the convention rose to its feet to receive the distinguished guests. The war lord was to pay another and less welcome visit. The piety of neither gallery nor convention could be questioned if the fervor and frequency of "Amens!" interrupting the petitions of the Chaplain (from Illinois) were an indication; Dr. Bayne, of Norfolk, so raised his voice above the rest that his colleagues became concerned lest that seaport were claiming for herself more than just proportion of religious zeal.