Chapter IV
It was “suspension day,” and the Phosphate Bill went through the House like the grace of Heaven through a camp-meeting.
Chapter V
Half of that phosphate bed is yours, gal,” said Uncle Silver Tip, when Agnes Huntington told him the Bill was already at the White House for the President’s signature. “It’s wuth a million; an’ you’ve ‘arned it, gal! It was to turn sech tricks as this your old uncle sent you from the wild and woolly West to an Eastern seminary, and had them knock your horns off. It cost a bunch of cattle, but it’s paid.”