Then Asaph sighed, as one who gives up a perplexing riddle, put his hand in his pocket, and produced a bundle of papers.
"I made out a list of fellers down to the east'ard that I'm goin' to see this afternoon," he said.

"Some of 'em I guess 'll vote for you, but most of 'em are pretty sartin' for 'Lonzo.

However, I--Where is that list?
I had it somewhere's.

And--well, I swan! I come pretty near forgettin' it myself.

I'm 'most as bad as Bailey." From the bundle of papers he produced a crumpled envelope.
"That Bailey," he observed, "must be in love, I cal'late, though I don't know who with.