A WALKING DELEGATE
"They tell me you 're a prominent philosopher." The yellow horse turned to Marcus. "Can you deny a basic and pivotal statement such as this?"
"I don't deny anythin'," said Marcus Aurelius Antoninus, cautiously; "but ef you ast me, I should say 't wuz more different sorts o' clipped oats of a lie than anythin' I 've had my teeth into sence I wuz foaled."
"Are you a horse?" said the yellow horse.
"Them that knows me best 'low I am."
"Ain't I a horse?"
"Yep; one kind of."
"Then ain't you an' me equal?"
"How fer kin you go in a day to a loaded buggy, drawin' five hundred pounds?" Marcus asked carelessly.
"That has nothing to do with the case," the yellow horse answered excitedly.
"There 's nothing I know hez more to do with the case," Marcus replied.
"Kin ye yank a full car outer de tracks ten times in de mornin'?" said Muldoon.
"Kin ye go to Keene—forty-two mile in an afternoon—with a mate," said Rick, "an' turn out bright an' early next mornin'?"
"Was there evah any time in your careah, suh—I am not referrin' to the present circumstances, but our mutual glorious past—when you could carry a pretty girl to market hahnsome, an' let her knit all the way on account o' the smoothness o' the motion?" said Tweezy.
"Kin you keep your feet through the West River Bridge, with the narrer-gage comin' in on one side, an' the Montreal flyer the other, an' the old bridge teeterin'
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