Some of those opinions, as given, were pointed and dryly descriptive; as, for instance, when a certain town-meeting candidate was compared to a sculpin--"with a big head that sort of impresses you, till you get close enough to realize it _has_ to be big to make room for so much mouth." Graves, who was fond of salt water fishing, knew what a sculpin was, and appreciated the comparison.
The conductor entered the car and stopped to collect a ticket from his new passenger.

It was evident that he, too, was acquainted with the latter.
"Evening, Cap'n," he said, politely.

"Train's a little late to-night." "It is--for to-night's train," was the prompt response, "but if it keeps on at the rate it's travelin' now, it'll be a little early for to-morrow mornin's, won't it ?" The conductor laughed.

"Guess you're right," he said.

"This is about as wet a storm as I've run through since I've been on the road.