pieces, the most of its debris
drifted into the Republican
On the occasion of one of the pro-slavery mobs I elsewhere tell about, when a supply of eggs with which to garnish the Abolitionists was wanted, and the money for their purchase was called for, the town constable — the peace officer of the community --put his hand in his pocket and supplied the funds.
A few years thereafter, on my return to the village after a considerable absence, I found that I had come just in time to attend a Republican rally which was that day to be held in a near-by grove.
When I reached the scene of operations a procession to march to the grove was being formed.
There was considerable enthusiasm and noise, but by far the most excited individual was the Grand Marshal
and Master of Ceremonies.
Seated on a high horse, he was riding up and down the line shouting out his orders with tremendous unction.
He was the constable of the egg-buying episode.