His thin nose was red and his eyes watered, and he had little to say.

When he went out the colonel said, "What's he going to run for this year ?" "Haven't you heard ?" replied McHurdie, and to the colonel's negative Watts replied, "Governor--the uprising's going to nominate him." "Yes," said Frye, "and he'll go off following that foolishness and leave his wife and children to John or the neighbours." "Do you suppose he thinks he'll win ?" asked the Colonel.
"Naw," put in McHurdie; "I was talking to him only last week in the shop, and he says, 'Watts, you boys don't understand me.' He says, 'I don't want their offices.

What I want is to make them think.

I'm sowing seed.

Some day it will come to a harvest--maybe long after I'm dead and gone.' I asked him if a little seed wouldn't help out some for breakfast, and he didn't answer.