The sinews stood out on his bronzed neck, and his muscular right arm swung high in the air, with a lead-pencil grasped in the clinched brown fist.

His big feet were planted squarely, with the heels together and the toes turned out.

His voice range out clear and true, and he paused impressively as he made each point.

Within ten minutes the multitude was in an uproar of enthusiasm--handkerchiefs were waved, canes were flourished, hats were tossed in the air.

The fairest women of Georgia stood up and cheered.