And it wuz to me he turned for comfort and solace when them bubbles bust over his head in a damp drizzle (metafor). But to resoom and continue on. He talked, and he talked, and he talked; he said he wuz bound to start for Washington, D. C. Sez I, “Are you crazy?” Sez he, “It hain’t no further from here than it is from Jonesville, and I am needed there.” Sez he, “I am goin’ there to offer my services as a International Delegate, as a Delegate Extraordinary,” sez he. And I sez, “I should think as much; I should think you would be a extraordinary one.” “Wall,” sez he, “in national crysisses they have delegates by that name—I have read of ’em.” [Illustration: “THE BUTTER-MAKER UP IN ZOAR.”] “Wall,” sez I, “they couldn’t find a more extraordinary one than you are if they combed the hull country over with a rubber comb.” Wall, the upshot of the matter wuz that I had to call in the help of Thomas Jefferson. I knew he wuz all in the family and would hush it up, jest as much as I would. He interfered jest as his father wuz a packin’ his portmanty to start for Washington, D. C., to offer his services as a extraordinary delegate, and set up as a Pan American. Thomas J. argued with his Pa for more than a hour. He brung up papers to convince him he wuz in the wrong on’t. He argued deep, and bein’ a lawyer by perfession, he knew how to talk rapid and fluent. And finally, after a long time, by our two united efforts, we quelled him down, and he on-packed his shirt and nightcap from his portmanty and settled down agin into a private citizen. And owin’ to Thomas J.’s efforts and mine, undertook at once by letter (for we feared the effects of delay), we sold the most of them pans at a good price to the butter-maker up in Zoar, and a letter wuz writ to Ury and Philury to deliver ’em. So, some good come out of the evil of my skair and my pardner’s skeme. [Illustration: “JOSIAH GIVE UP.”] CHAPTER IX. WALL, Josiah give up and crumpled down along the middle of the forenoon, and he looked happy as a king after he give up his project (it wuz only ambition that wuz a goarin’ him and a leadin’ him around). And he and Snow (the darlin’!) had gone out a walkin’ in the grounds— And I wuz a settin’ alone on the veranda by the side of Boy’s cradle, Genieve havin’ gone to the village to get some thread— When Victor come over on a errant. He come to bring a note over from Mrs. Seybert to my daughter Maggie, and I told him I would give it to her jest as soon as she returned and come back. She had gone out ridin’ with Thomas Jefferson. And I, feelin’ kinder opset and mauger through what I had went through with my pardner, thought it would sort o’ take up my mind and recooperate me to talk a little with Victor (I had always liked him from the first minute I see him).