XXXI.
The Presidential Tour Continued.--From Detroit to Indianapolis.
POST OFFIS, CONFEDRIT x ROADS
(wich is in the Stait uv Kentucky),
September 11, 1866.
I am at home, and glad am I that I am at home. Here in Kentucky,
surrounded by Dimicrats, immersed a part of the time in my offishel
dooties, and the balance uv the time in whiskey, with the privilege uv
wallopin niggers, and the more inestimable and soothing privilege uv
assistin in mobbin uv Northern Ablishnists, who are not yet all out uv
the State, time passes pleasantly, and leaves no vain regrets. I alluz
go to bed nites, feeling that the day hez not bin wasted.
From Detroit the Presidential cavalcade, or ez the infamous Jacobin
Radical party irrevelently term it, the menajery, proceeded to Chicago.
The recepshuns his Imperial Highniss received through Michigan were
flatterin in the extreme. I continue my diary:
IPSLANTY.--At this pint the President displayed that originality and
fertility uv imaginashun karacteristic uv him. The recepshun wuz grand.
The masses called for Grant, and His Highness promptly responded. He
asked em, ef he was Judis Iskariot who wuz the Saviour? Thad Stevens? If
so, then after swingin around the cirkle, and findin traitors at both
ends of the line, I leeve the 36 States with 36 stars onto em in yoor
hands, and--
The train wuz off amid loud shouts uv "Grant! Grant!" to wich the
President responded by wavin his hat.
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