The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1846-10-15
From the Chronotype.
Letter from Horribly.
1IoRNBY, Oxford Co., Me-,

sept. II, lo4o.
Mr. rite take up my pen in sorrer an,
tribulashun. lean adopt the langwidgge o
the poet and say from the bottom of my hear
gin Adams fall, we sinned ALL
The democracy of Name is dead! fowl,
murdcrcd-as Kurnul peabody says-by brit
fish goold and John p. Hale.
You see mr. rite, it cum upon us drcdful on.
expected. The Argus said how Hales Letters
would not hurt the dimocratic coze a bit, ar
we went to the poles on mundy feclin all rite
never dreampt of any thing goin rong till last
fridy, when we got an argus, which did'n look
any more like the argus afore the election
than cheese like chalk. twas about the tam
est thing you ever sot eyes on. Father says
it looks Jest like our dog arter he's gin him q
lickin for KILN sheep.
Cum to read over the returns as they call
EN-, we couldn't make head or tail Of the mat
ter. We found three kandydates for COVER
nor. EuSt there's our man mister Dana, who
deacon wiggin says is an all-killin good Dim.
ocrat-then the federal man, mister what dc
you call him, down there in old Kinnybunk
Wal, these is all regular-but there's a third
mar a mister Scat who father says lives SOM
ers down East, an has oilers bin run ever since
he was big enuf to vote, tho he ony got a
hundred votes or so till within a year or two,
he's gained proper fast, But this year, Oh
dear! he's cum it dreadful thick. He's dis
tinted the party-an' as the argus observes,
kivered the Glory of the Star in the East
We feel proper bad i tell YOU, but as the
argus sed how the returns yet to cum might
otter the biSiness, the selicktmen sent over to
the meetin'us an got the ballot boX-we hardly
ever cunts up under two or three days-an
went at the countin full chisel. Young Eph
Libby was sent for and mounted on Ben
brakes pacin mare, redy to start for portland
when they got through. The little scamp
kept whippin the old mare and she'd kick an
rare and stomp about like a two year old. an
as we was all crowded all round the door, a
good many got their toes pretty well smashed,
and Ant Judy was throwd clear down and
stomped on!
AFTER about an hour the chairman of the
Sclicktmen come to the door, with his eyes
stickin right out of his head an pale as a COST.
He held a piece of paper in his hand an he
shook and trcmbled like a winncring mill.
"Fcller Citizens says he, "there's been sum
dredful mistake here. If we've counted rite
the vote of Horribly stands thus:
Dimmercratick IS
Federal 2
Scat %
Last year it stood:
Dimmercratick So
Federal
Scat /
"Now'' scd he, "this herel never do to send
to Portland or any where else, and as there
must be some mistake, we've konkludcd not
to send in no result at all in Horribly for A..
d. 1876. So Ephe you may as well take the
mare hum" But Eph swore he'd'nt be sarved
so, he'd have a ride any how, and OFF he start
ed like lickerty switch. He'd got a spur on
an the ole mare didn't like it at all, so arter
he'd gouged her once or twice, she took the
bits atween her teeth, whirled round, an run
back towards the stable as hard as she could
90. Eph pulled and hollered whoa, but she
ony run the faster. Atlast jest as he was OFF
agin the shed by the tavern, Eph seized one
rane with both hands and sot out to turn her
into the shed, but he mist by about six foot,
and drove the old critter clean through doc
ter Peters pottcrkerry windcr, breakin ever
so many bottles and cuttin OFF better than hat
Ephc's nose.