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A Bulger Of A Place It Is. The Number Of The Ships Beat Me All Hollow, And Looked For All The World Like A Big Clearing In The West, With The Dead Trees All Standing.

It Was Expected Of Me That I Was To Bow To The Name Of Andrew Jackson... Even At The Expense Of My Conscience And Judgement. Such A Thing Was New To Me, And A Total Stranger To My Principles.

I Would Rather Be Beaten, And Be A Man, Than To Be Elected And Be A Little Puppy Dog.

Throughout The Day No Time For Memorandums Now. Go Ahead! Liberty And Independence Forever.

I Know Nothing, By Experience, Of Party Discipline. I Would Rather Be A Raccoon-dog, And Belong To A Negro In The Forest, Than To Belong To Any Party, Further Than To Do Justice To All, And To Promote The Interests Of My Country. The Time Will And Must Come, When Honesty Will Receive Its Reward, And When The People Of This Nation Will Be Brought To A Sense Of Their Duty, And Will Pause And Reflect How Much It Cost Us To Redeem Ourselves From The Government Of One Man.