Let us return a moment to B--------. All there, as may be supposed, was a scene of confusion, indignation, and horror, at the outrage inflicted upon the member--he had absolutely been _kicked!_ A warrant was issued for John, and then it was discovered he had sloped--more indignation! The editor of the lower town still lived, and the member had been kicked--horror! The office of the Eagle was in pi and its editor non est, which means nowhere--terrible excitement! Here was capital for the lower town editor, and didn't he use it--to use a classical expression he lit upon the upper town and its member “like a thousand of brick!” He charged them with starving their editor, charged their editor with cowardice, charged the member with tamely submitting to be kicked by the aforesaid cowardly editor, and wound up by asserting that the town of B-------- produced nothing but pusillanimous men, ugly women, and pugnosed babies! The glory of B--------, departed while the lower town swelled into vast importance, and its editor received a present of two new shirts from the ladies of his section, besides three spirited subscribers paid him one dollar each, of their four years subscription--a stretch of liberality so astounding, that to this day the event forms one of the most interesting legends of the Sucker state. CHAPTER IV. HIS WANDERINGS THROUGH THE PRAIRIES. John, now released from his thraldom, bent his way to Chicago, to pursue fortune in the lake country, and landing at Peoria, he resolved to foot it across the prairies, to the head of Lake Michigan. His store, as usual, embraced a scanty wardrobe, attached to the end of a stick, and twenty dollars in cash. As he journeyed on, he would occasionally break into a laugh as the recollections of B-------- would intrude themselves upon his thoughts.