Weekly national intelligencer. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1841-1869, 1852-06-12

But there was 50 much quarrelling among the
drivers that this couldn't be done Every driver
was proud of his own team, and would stick n 4
and have nothing to do with tother. The Vircinny
delegation went out good many times to consider
OF it and make up their minds, and every time thew
come in they marched right up and took their stand
by the Buchanan team They stuck to that team
without finchng, for thirtythree steady pulls and
for the last ten or fifteen pulls couldnt think Of
nothing else but " old Virginny never tire" But
there was good many others stuck it out full as
long, and some good deal longer than old Vrgnny.
before they gin up. We tried a few pulls with the
Marcy team and few with the Butler team, but il
was no go. We became satisfied there wasn't an
Old Fogy in the field who could ever reach the ton
Of the hill We begun to look round now to see
how Young America was getting along.
The Douglas team was made up mostly of young
steers and 1T was pretty smart team, well trained
and pulled we'll But it wasn't equal to the Old
Fogies for heavy pull; it hadn't SO much bone and
slnew and wind and bottom. Howsomever, it made
pretty good scratch of it, and kept gaining gradu-
ally up the hill; SO we thought we would take hold
and give Young America boost, and see if we
couldn't get candidate that way. To tell the
truth, begun to feel rather streaked for fear we
shouldn't get candidate at ALL and felt willing to
hitch on to most any thing. But the best we could
do with Young America, we couldn't get only about
half way up the hill before the steers begun to back
down agin, and we see twas no use, they couldn't
come it. Well, there we was, all in fix. We
couldn no other chance; we'd got to 60 without
President because we couldn't nominate candi-
date. Qnesof the members actually tainted away
here, and al Of US felt good deal wombecropt and
down in the mouth. But /" old Virginny never
tire and when we was all hitchin on round for the
thirty-ffth pull old Virginny marched into the field
with a bran new team. Every body stared, and
cried out, What team is that What team is that !?
And when they heard the answer, "The Franklin.
Pierce team, of New Hampshire they wouldn't
hardly believe their own ears. But it was fact,
and Virginny drove that new team one pull all
alone. Then one or two others hitched on with her
and tried eight or ten steady pulls All of look
ed on and watched the working of that new team.
At last folks begun to make up their minds that that
was the team to pull and straighten out the Demo-
cratic traces and with proper help it might be got
over the hill. Old North Carliner hitched on, and
Georgia hitched on, and Tennessee hitched on, and
by-andby there general race all over the field
to see who should hitch first. 1t didn't make no
odds who, Old Hunkers and Barnburners, and Free
Silers and Abolition, and Union and Secession, and
State Rights, and Old Fogies and Young America,
all run heller SHELTER and htched on to the Pierce
team. That team / tell ye went up the hill like
smoke. Some of the States run till they was almost
out of breath for fear they shouldn't hitch on before
the team got to the top Of the hill, But they all
made out to hook on, and every State was " in at
the death" and ready to jne in the general hoorah
After this we hadn't no more difficulty; every
thing went as regular as clock-work. The master
told us we had read and spet well, and we might all
90 out till four o'clock So we went out and took
little bit Of a spree, and then come in and took
hold and worked together jest like brothers, and
hauled Mr.. King right up to the top Of the hill in
two pulls, and made him Vice President
Then the committee brought in the new platform,
and we all danced on it. In the crowd and confu-
sion we couldn't see what it was made on, but we
told it went agin the Bank, and agin the Tariff
and agin Internal Improvement, and was frst-rate
platform; SO we all jumped on and said it couldn't.
be no better
p. s. I've telegraphed to Gineral Pierce to save
the Downingville Post Office for you; so you may
feel easy on that score.
remain your loving nephew,
MAJOR JACK DOWNING.