Returning now for brief sojourn to the afore-mentioned barbecue, with a faithful kinsman as monitor, aided by a slight moiety of tact to be credited to personal account, I managed passably well to get through the trying ordeal. "The old gentleman with the long white beard, coming toward us," observed my monitor, "is Uncle Jake Anderson. He has a hat bet that you will know him." Thus advised, I was ready for trial, and warmly grasping the hand extended me, I earnestly inquired, "Uncle Jake, _how are you?"_ "Do you know me, boy?" was the immediate response. "Know you?" I replied. "You and my father were near neighbors for years; how could I help knowing you?" "Yes, of course," he said, "but you being gone so long, and now running for President, I didn't know but what you had forgotten all about the old neighbors down on the Lick." Assuring him that I had forgotten none of them, and congratulating him upon the hat he had won, I passed on to the next. The interview described was repeated with slight variations, many times, when my attendant remarked: "That man leaning against the tree is John Dunloe; do you remember him?" "Certainly," I replied, "I went to school with him." Immediately approaching my early classmate I took him by the hand and said, "How are you, John?" "Why, Adlai, do you know me?" was the prompt response. "Know you," said I, "didn't we go to school together to Mr. Caskie right here at Blue Water, when we were boys?" "Yas, of course we did," slowly answered by sometime school-fellow, "but you been 'sociatin' with them big fellows down about Washington so long, that I didn't know but what you had forgot us poor fellows down in the Pennyrile." Assuring him that I never forgot my old friends, I inquired, "John, where is your brother Bill?" "He's here," was the instant reply. "Me and Bill started before daylight to get to this barbecue in time. Bill 'lowed _he'd ruther go forty miles on foot to hear you make a speech, than go to a hangin'."_ XXXII A TRIBUTE TO IRELAND* [*Footnote: Speech delivered by Mr. Stevenson at a banquet of the United Irish Societies of Chicago, September, 1900.] THE WRITER'S VISIT TO NOTABLE PLACES IN IRELAND--HIS TRIBUTE OF PRAISE TO HER GREAT MEN--AMERICA'S OBLIGATION TO IRISH SOLDIERS AND STATESMEN. I accepted with pleasure the invitation to meet with you. For the courtesy so generously extended me I am profoundly grateful.