Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1884-05-16
A Farmers Observations ON she PoIII-

The Springfield Republican gives the fol-
lowing Roliloquy Of Vermont farmer Am
for Edmunds Hay Wal, I calkerlAte
be This amt no great shakes OF hat, but
it'll 90 bout as high as any on en- when the
horn blows. l shR Mt do much THROWN lest
yet though. Time enough TO boiler when
the hay is in the barn-'specially if the wealth
er is q little catchin'. It's singler thing
here's everybody ssyin' that Edmunds would
make ripper of a President, and that he
would be one Of the best runnin' men the Re
publicans could get-and then all hands say
that there amt no possible way Of nominatin
him. Wal, that amt just it, but you get the
idee. It's curis it is. Presidential light
min they call it, and so tbs. Lightnin don
alters hit the biggest tree. You'd naturally
think 'twould-but il don't-Rnd that's the
end ont tn 60 right by a whAlin' big ma
pie sometimes, and then come down on some
plaguy little SADDLE that nobody wouldn't
think Of, and knock it highern a kite. No /.
the biggest man amt always made President
Wal, there's one thing about it if Edmunds
don't gain nothin' don't see how he can
lose much. Lots Of folks have good luck
mindin' their own business man runin'
onto spring when he's plowin makes so
much, ye know, clear-but mortgagin his
farm TO dig well is different.
And there's BlAine-thinks he's about the
biggest toad in the puddle now, don't he 2
Been writin' book. One o them agents
tackled me with it t'other day when ! was
plRntin' pertaters and follered me q whole
row, jabberin' away and shown the picters
and red covers. / got sorter sick OF his clAck
and told him, kinder Gus, I'd hear tell that
boots made out Of book agents hide would
wear like all mater. That Teller gave me up
didn't want nothin' of his book-Rnd don't
want nothin' Of Blaine, nuther. Smart Yes,
he's smart enough, if that's all. But when
go to town meetin' I'm Jest leetle slow bout
helpin' into office man that a common kind
Of farmer wouldn't dAs to trade HOSES with.
He's little tricky, guess, that Teller I s'pos-
ed, after tryin' 1t twice, Blaine would sorter
call it half day and quit, but no he's at it
again, with his head up Like line back steer in q
oornheld. He's cud, and no mistake, Blaine
is but reckon some Of them fellers will up
set his applicant before he gets through.
There is such thing as bein' too smart
Then there's Arthur-they make lots OF fun
of him cause his britches set 80 snug
s'pose he oughter wear clo'es that wouldn't
hardly do for me to burn brush in, though
and mebbe he's better lookin' than be any
way. hRint got nothin' Rgin him, but he
amt jest-um-wal-I dunno. / like to see
a man, il he calls himself farmer, build a
little good stone wall every year, or suthin of
the sort-that's about it, And 1 hain't moth
in Agin young Lincoln neither. SCOT nothin'
but great name, they say. Mebbe that's
so but big name is bettor'n a little one.
It's critters of q good breed that's most like
ly to do well. And, speakin of lightnin'
after all there amt no tree that grows that 6
as likely TO be hit as a big, high, solid hem
lock with the bark on. 'Taint best ter give
up Edmunds too easy 'twont take much OF q
hyste now TO set him on his feet, and I'm 60
in to keep my old hat handy till after the
convention l tell you be A lot OF fellers
are cipherin' up the delegates and settlin' ev-
erything all eomfable, but there don't no two
of EN- agree, and, tell yer, there don't no
one Of EN- know what he's tallIin' about The
smartest man in the world can't tell how q
field of pertaters will turn out jest by lookin'
at the tops