The other candidates did not trouble them.

The sad case of Josiah and the threat to capture their barber had lost Buchanan the twenty-seven votes of the little town.

Mr.Boynton, the carpenter, fastening the last shingles on the chapel roof remarked to a workman that it was an awful pity Josiah couldn't know about it and that the new barber wasn't up to shaving a real stiff beard.
The Squire wrote to his wife from Philadelphia on the ninth: "DEAR ANN: We never talk politics because you were born a Democrat and consider Andrew Jackson a political saint.

I begin to wish he might be reincarnated in the body of Buchanan.

He will need backbone, I fear.