They had no
intention of interfering, even by a cup of cold coffee,
with the great wave of righteous indignation which, on
that particular day of that particular year, "swept
away, as by a great cosmic tidal flood, the pretences
and ambitions, etc., etc., etc." These words are cited
from Frederick Dane's editorial of the next morning, and
were in fact used by him or by some of his friends,
without variations, in all the cosmic changes of the
elections of the next six years.
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But so soon as this election was well over, the country
and the city settled down, with what Ransom used to
call "amazin'" readiness to the new order, such as it
was. Only the people who "take up the streets"
detached more men than ever to spoil the pavement. For
now a city election was approaching. And it might be
that the pavers and ditchers and shovellers and
curbstone men and asphalt makers should vote wrong.
Dane and his settlement were well aware that after this
election they would all have to move out from their
comfortable quarters. But, while they were in, they
determined to prepare for a fit Thanksgiving to God,
and the country which makes provision so generous for
those in need. It is not every country, indeed,
which provides four hundred empty houses, every autumn,
for the convenience of any unlodged night-editor with a
skeleton key, who comes along.
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