"As the weather was very warm, I had worn from home a black alpaca sack-coat. This was the only deviation from home-made butternut-colored jeans in the entire crowd. My black coat, therefore, distinguished me from everybody else; and as I walked about among the people the invariable salutation was, "'How dy, Broadcloth?' "I moved around among them very quietly an hour or more, observing all that was going on, and watching for the most favorable opportunity to make myself known to them and win their favor. At length my course was clearly settled in my own mind. I saw what would be my opportunity. I could see that the fiddler was already so drunk that he would fall off the block, dead drunk before a great while. I had learned to play the fiddle when a boy. I could take the fiddler's place, and prevent the calamity of a complete break-up of the dance. "His powers of motion failed sooner than I had expected, and there was great sorrow in all the company. After a while I intimated quietly to some of them that I could play the fiddle, and they shouted at the top of their voices: "'Broadcloth can fiddle! Broadcloth can fiddle! Hurra for Broadcloth!' "'At once there was a general rush of the company about me, all of them imploring me to take the fiddle and play for them. I replied, very positively: "'No, gentlemen, I won't fiddle for you!' "'Why not, Broadcloth? Why not?' they all responded. "'I will tell you why not,' I said. 'I came here a stranger, and you haven't treated me with any civility at all; you haven't invited me to dance; haven't introduced me to the ladies; haven't made me one of yourselves at all; and I won't fiddle for you.' "But they made so many apologies for the past and promises for the future that I finally relented, changed my mind, and agreed to fiddle for them. This announcement was greeted with a general shout of joy. I then began to brag in the most extravagant manner possible. I told them that, when they saw me draw the bow, it would be such music as they had never heard since they were born. I took off my coat, unbuttoned my shirt, rolled up my sleeves, took the fiddle, and drew the bow across it, back and forth, for a minute or two, with all my might. They responded to this very noisy musical demonstration with a scream and yell of wild delight and a 'Hurra for Broadcloth!' I took my seat and began to play just before sundown, and played--until the sun was up the next morning. During the night they came around me, and said: "'Who are you, Broadcloth, anyway?' "I told them I was a candidate. "They shouted: "'Broadcloth is a candidate! Hurra for Broadcloth!' And then asked me what I was a candidate for. "I told them I was a candidate for circuit judge, and they repeated: "'Broadcloth is a candidate for circuit judge. Hurra for Broadcloth for circuit judge!'