Out of the Hurly-Burly; Or, Life in an Odd CornerClark, Charles Heber
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Out of the Hurly-Burly; Or, Life in an Odd Corner
Clark, Charles Heber
American fiction -- 19th century; Humorous stories
It was not much of a speech, I know. Some of the arguments were weak,
and several of the stories failed to fit into their places comfortably.
But mass meetings do not criticise closely, and I was persuaded I should
make a good impression, provoking laughter and perhaps exciting
enthusiasm. The only time that could be procured for study of the speech
was that consumed by the journey. So when the train started I took my
notes from my pocket and learned them by heart. Then came the task of
enlarging them, in my mind, into a speech. This was accomplished
satisfactorily. I suppose that speech was repeated at least ten times
between New Castle and Dover until at last I had it at my tongue's end.
In the cars the seat next to mine was occupied by a colored gentleman,
who seemed to be a little nervous when he perceived that I was muttering
something continually; and he was actually alarmed once or twice when in
exciting passages I would forget myself and gesticulate violently in his
direction. Finally, when I came to the conclusion and was repeating to
myself the exhortation, "Strike for your altars and your fires," etc.,
etc., I emphasized the language by striking fiercely at the floor with
the ferule of my umbrella. It hit something soft. I think it was the
corn of my colored friend, for he leaped up hurriedly, and ejaculating
"Gosh!" went up and stood by the water-cooler during the rest of the
journey, looking at me as if he thought it was dangerous for such a
maniac to be at large.
When the train arrived at Dover, I was gratified to find the chairman of
the local committee and eighteen of his fellow-citizens waiting for me
with carriages and a brass band. As I stepped from the car the band
played "See, the Conquering Hero comes!" I marched into the waiting-room
of the dépôt, followed by the committee and the band. The chairman and
his friends formed a semi-circle and stared at me. I learned afterward
that they had received information from Wilmington that I was one of the
most remarkable orators in the State. It was impossible not to perceive
that they regarded me already with enthusiastic admiration; and my heart
sank a little as I reflected upon the possibility of failure.
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Then the music ceased, and the chairman proposed "three cheers for our
eloquent visitor." The devoted beings around him cheered lustily. The
chairman thereupon came forward and welcomed me in the following terms:
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