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This from the Judge; and the School-commissioner added, "De coin in dese camps is beer." "Oh, I see!" laughed Hal. "The companies buy Alf's beer, and use it to get him votes!" "Sure thing!" said the Post-master. At this moment he happened to reach into his pocket for a cigar, and Hal observed a silver shield on the breast of his waistcoat.

Up in Western City I happen to know a lady who was a school-commissioner when he was buying school-lands from the state lands that were known to contain coal. He was paying three dollars an acre, and everybody knew they were worth three thousand." "Well," said Cotton, "if you don't buy the politicians, you wake up some fine morning and find that somebody else has bought them.

"Must be a fortune in that!" remarked Hal; and the Judge, the Post-master and the School-commissioner appeared like children listening to a story of a feast. "You bet you!" "I suppose it takes money to run politics in this county," Hal added. "Well, Alf don't put none of it up, you can bet! That's the company's job."

"That a deputy's badge?" he inquired, and then turned to examine the School-commissioner's costume. "Where's yours?" "I git mine ven election comes," said Jake, with a grin. "And yours, Judge?" "I'm a justice of the peace, young feller," said Silas, with dignity. Leaning round, and observing a bulge on the right hip of the School-commissioner, Hal put out his hand towards it.