"If Incredulity is dead, Non-participation reigns in its stead, and Discontent is prime minister!" He brandished his fist as they turned a corner.
"If we must change, let us be subjects of the First Consul!" said one of another pair whom Raoul met on a crossing.
There was a gathering of boys and vagabonds at the door of a gun-shop.

A man inside was buying a gun.

That was all.
A group came out of a "coffee-house." The leader turned about upon the rest: "_Ah, bah! cette_ Amayrican libetty!" "See! see! it is this way!" said another of the number, taking two others by their elbows, to secure an audience, "we shall do nothing ourselves; we are just watching that vile Congress.

It is going to tear the country all to bits!" "Ah, my friend, you haven't got the _inside_ news," said still another--Raoul lingered to hear him--"Louisiana is going to state her wants! We have the liberty of free speech and are going to use it!" His information was correct; Louisiana, no longer incredulous of her Americanization, had laid hold of her new liberties and was beginning to run with them, like a boy dragging his kite over the clods.

She was about to state her wants, he said.
"And her don't-wants," volunteered one whose hand Raoul shook heartily.
"We warn the world.