about noon
I think , '' says Captain Bob Shorty , `` that the Constitution is as much out of place here as a set of fancy harness would be in a drove of wild buffaloes . '' Can such be the case , my boy -- can such be the case ? Then did our Revolutionary forefathers live in vain . Having moved along in gorgeous cavalcade until about noon , we stopped at the house of a First Family of Virginia who were just going to dinner . Captain Bob Shorty ordered the Mackerels to stack arms and draw canteens in the front-door yard , and then we entered the domicil and saluted the domestic mass-meeting in the dining-room . `` We come , sir , '' says Bob , addressing the venerable and high-minded Chivalry at the head of the table , `` to ask you if you have any old straw-beds that you do n't want , that could be used for the cavalry of the United States of America . '' The Chivalry only paused long enough to throw a couple of pie-plates at us , and then says he : `` Are you accursed abolitionists ? ''