about five o'clock P.M.
The train is approaching the crossing where Mr. M'Fadden will discharge his property , -- his human merchandise , and proceed with it some eleven miles on the high road . The noise created by the exuberance of feeling on the part of Mr. M'Fadden has attracted a numerous assemblage of passengers to the `` Jim Crow '' car . The conductor views this as violating the rules of the corporation ; he demands it shall be stopped . All is quiet for a time ; they reach the `` crossing '' about five o'clock P.M. , where , to Mr. Lawrence M'Fadden 's great delight , he finds himself surrounded by a promiscuous assembly of sovereign citizens , met to partake of the hospitalities offered by the candidate for the Assembly , who , having offered himself , expects the distinguished honour of being elected . The assembled citizens will hear what the learned man 's going to talk about when he gets into the Assembly . As Mr. M'Fadden is a great politician , and a greater democrat-we speak according to the southern acceptation-his presence is welcomed with an enthusiastic burst of applause . Shout after shout makes the very welkin ring , as his numerous friends gather round him , smile solicitously , shake him warmly by the hand , honour him as the peasantry honour the Lord of the Manor .