I SAVE A TREASURE, AND START A FEUD In the month of May, 1857, I went to a party.

This was a new thing for me; for parties had been something of which I had heard as of many things outside of the experience of a common fellow like me, but always had thought about as a thing only to be read of, like _porte cocheres_ and riding to hounds, and butlers and books of poems.

Stuff for story-books, and not for Vandemark Township; though when I saw the thing, it was not so very different from the dances and "sings" we used to have on the boats of the Grand Canal, as the Erie Ditch was then called when you wanted to put on a little style.
The party was at the "great Gothic house" of Governor Wade, just finished, over in Benton Township.

The Governor was not even a citizen of Vandemark Township, but he had some land in it.

Buck Gowdy's great estate lapped over on one corner of the township, Governor Wade's on the other, and Hell Slew, nicknamed Vandemark's Folly Marsh cut it through the middle, and made it hard for us to get out a full vote on anything after we got the township organized.
The control shifted from the north side of the slew to the south side according to the weather; for you couldn't cross Vandemark's Folly in wet weather.