[Two Thousand Miles On An Automobile by Arthur Jerome Eddy]@TWC D-Link bookTwo Thousand Miles On An Automobile CHAPTER ELEVEN THE VALLEY OF LEBANON 17/19
When you kin make two bush'ls corn wu'th a bush'l wheat by law an' keep 'em there, you can fix the rasho 'twixt silver an' gold, an' not before," and the old man shouldered his rake and wandered on up the road. Before leaving the birthplace of Tilden, it is worth noting that for forty years every candidate favored by Tammany has been ignominiously defeated; the two candidates bitterly opposed by the New York machine were successful.
It is to the credit of the party that no Democrat can be elected president unless he is the avowed and unrelenting foe of corruption within and without the ranks. The farmer with whom we were staying had earlier in the summer a flock of sixty young and promising turkeys; of the lot but twenty were left, and one of them was moping about as his forty brothers and sisters had moped before, ready to die. "Ah, he'll go with the others," said the farmer.
"Raising turkeys is a ticklish job; to-day they're scratching gravel for all they're worth; to-morrow they mope around an' die; no telling what's the matter." "Suppose we give that turkey some whiskey and water; it may help him." "Can't do him any harm, fur he'll die anyway; but it's a waste of good medicine." Soaking some bread in good, strong Scotch, diluted with very little water, we gave the turkey what was equivalent to a teaspoonful.
The bird did not take unkindly to the mixture.
It had been standing about all day first on one leg, then on another, with eyes half closed and head turned feebly to one side.
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