That telescope actooally brings the moon plumb into Kaintucky;--brings her within the reach of all.

You could stretch to her with your hand, she's that clost.' "'But is thar folks thar ?' says Dan, who's excited by the Colonel's disclosures.

'Board the kyard, Colonel, an' don't hold us in suspense." "'Folks!' returns the Colonel.

'I wishes I has two-bit pieces for every one of 'em! The face of that orb is simply festered with folks! She teems with life; ant-hills on election day means desertion by compar'son.

Thar's thousands an' thousands of people, mobbin' about indiscrim'nate; I sees 'em as near an' plain as I sees Dan.' "'An' whatever be they doin' ?' asks Dan.
"'They're pullin' off a hoss race,' says the Colonel, lookin' steady in Dan's eye.