When they were seated the great man said: "I have to be on guard against catching fire these days.

Sometimes I feel the need of a companion with a fire bucket.

My headlight is hope and I have little patience with these whispering, croaking Tories and with the barons of the south and the upper Hudson.

I used to hold the plow on my father's farm and I am still plowing as your father is." Jack turned with a look of inquiry.
"We are breaking new land," Mr.Adams went on.

"We are treading the ordeal path among the red-hot plowshares of politics." "It is what I should like to do," said the boy.
"You will be needed, but we must be without fear, remembering that almost every man who has gained real distinction in politics has met a violent death.