"Wall," sez I, "ef all you fellers repose in that there Buzzum thar'll be mity poor nussin for sum of you!" whereupon Old Abe buttoned his weskit clear up and blusht like a maidin of sweet 16.  Jest at this pint of the conversation another swarm of orfice-seekers arrove & cum pilin into the parler.  Sum wanted post orfices, sum wanted collectorships, sum wantid furrin missions, and all wanted sumthin.  I thought Old Abe would go crazy.  He hadn't more than had time to shake hands with 'em, before another tremenjis crowd cum porein onto his premises.  His house and dooryard was now perfeckly overflowed with orfice seekers, all clameruss for a immejit interview with with Old Abe.  One man from Ohio, who had about seven inches of corn whisky into him, mistook me for Old Abe and addrest me as "The Pra-hayrie Flower of the West!"  Thinks I you want a offiss putty bad.  Another man with a gold-heded cane and a red nose told Old Abe he was "a seckind Washington & the Pride of the Boundliss West." Sez I, "Square, you wouldn't take a small post-offiss if you could git it, would you?" Sez he, "A patrit is abuv them things, sir!" "There's a putty big crop of patrits this season, ain't there, Squire?" sez I, when another crowd of offiss seekers pored in.  The house, dooryard, barng & woodshed was now all full, and when another crowd cum I told 'em not to go away for want of room as the hog-pen was still empty.  One patrit from a small town in Michygan went up on top the house, got into the chimney and slid into the parler where Old Abe was endeverin to keep the hungry pack of orfice-seekers from chawin him up alive without benefit of clergy.  The minit he reached the fireplace he jumpt up, brusht the soot out of his eyes, and yelled: "Don't make eny pintment at the Spunkville postoffiss till you've read my papers.  All the respectful men in our town is signers to that there dockyment!" "Good God!" cried Old Abe, "they cum upon me from the skize down the chimneys, and from the bowels of the yerth!"  He hadn't more'n got them words out of his delikit mouth before two fat offiss-seekers from Winconsin, in endeverin to crawl atween his legs for the purpuss of applyin for the tollgateship at Milwawky, upsot the President eleck, & he would hev gone sprawlin into the fireplace if I hadn't caught him in these arms.  But I hadn't more'n stood him up strate before another man cum crashing down the chimney, his head strikin me viliently again the inards and prostratin my voluptoous form onto the floor.  "Mr. Linkin," shoutid the infatooated being, "my papers is signed by every clergyman in our town, and likewise the skoolmaster!"