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Mistei/ tie roared, ' dida't Gineral Jackson lick the 

 murder, i' Seminoles, and bring the red cusses to their 

 marroAv bones, and make them beg like dogs? An- 

 swer n^e that.' The Varmounter couldn't get bye 

 givin' ill to that. 'Didn't he lick the British,' he 

 went on, ' at New Orleans, and send the red-coats, 

 that he didn't knock on the head, scamperin' home, 

 carrjin' their Grineral with 'em in a puncheon of 

 rum ?' This, too, the Varmounter couldn't deny. 



* Then,' said old Pete, ' the man that says the country 

 won't be safe, with Old Hickory, who larruped the 

 Ingens, and whipped the British, as President, is a 

 lyin' deceivin' cuss ; and now, boys,' he continued, 



* all of you that go in for the old soldier, off hats and 

 hurrah lor Jackson.' Squire, you ought to have 

 hearn the hurrah that followed. May be the house 

 didn't shake much with the shout that went up. and 

 old Pete had to drink more'n once that night, on ac- 

 count of the speech he made. Well, Old Hickory 

 was elected, and the country is safe, and the Union as 

 strong as ever. The truth is, the Union seems to get 

 shaky, and require savin' about as often as the election 

 of President comes round, and it always is saved, 

 somehow or other, no matter which party comes out 



