“Feller-citizens,” ses he, “I spose you all know as how my friends is fotched me out to represent this county in the next legislater—I am posed to counterfit money and shinplasters; I am posed to abolition and free niggers, to the morus multicaulis and the Florida war, and all manner of shecoonery whatsumever! If I’s leeted your respectable representation, I shall go in for good munny, twenty cents for cotton, and no taxes, and shall go for bolishin’ prisonment for debt and the Central Bank. I hope you’ll all cum up to the poles of the lection, and vote like a patriot for your very humble servant—Amen.” Then he jumped down and went round shakin’ hands. “Hurra for Ben Ansley! Ansley for ever!” shouted every feller. “Down with the bank—devil take the shinplasters and all the rale-roads!” ses Captain Skinner. “Silence for a speech from Squire Pettybone!” “Hurra for Pettybone!” Squire Pettybone was a little short fat man, what had run afore, and knowed how to talk to the boys. “Frends and feller-citizens,” ses he, “I’s once more a candidate for your sufferin’s, and I want to splain my sentiments to you. You’ve jest hearn a grate deal ’bout the Central Bank. I ain’t no bank man—I’m ’posed to all banks—but I is a frend to the pore man, and is always reddy to stand up for his constitutional rites. When the Central Bank put out its munny it was good, and rich men got it and made use of it when it was good; but now they want to buy it in for less nor what it’s worth to pay ther dets to the bank, and they is tryin’ to put it down, and make the pore man lose by it. What does they want to put the bank down for, if it ain’t to cheat the pore man who’s got sum of it? If I’s ’lected, I shall go for makin’ the banks redeem ther munny in silver and gold, or put every devil of ’em into the penitentiary to makin’ nigger shoes. I’s a hard munny man and in favor of the Vetos. I goes for the pore man agin the rich, and if you ’lect me that’s what I mean to do.”