’LECTION DAY, ’ 92 . 
Tuesday, the 8th of November, 1892, be¬ 
longs to history now, but when it began it was 
only an ordinary ’lection day. Floods of night 
rain had washed the high peaks clear of snow, 
and at dawn the golden clouds swept eastward, 
and the fairest of November days began its 
course. All the horses and all the men turned 
their noses towards the wooden town-house in 
Tamworth village; and by nine o’clock long 
lines of wagons streamed under the two cam¬ 
paign flags, across the bridge over rushing Pau- 
gus Kiver, and up to the stores where the smoke 
of pipes and the sound of laughter proclaimed 
the swarming of man. It was an occasion of 
more than usual interest, for not only was the 
great ex-president to test his tariff-reform lance 
against the silver shield of his once successful 
rival, but New Hampshire in general, and Tam¬ 
worth in particular, were to try the Australian 
ballot system. 
“Now, Jim,” said the committee-man, “re¬ 
member to make a cross against the name of 
every Democrat. Take your time, and look for 
