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      Mort Thomson, Will Waud & C. Eytinge.

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lous.  There were even whispers, asserting the fraud-
ulent performance of that culinary operation else-
where, but these�probably the suggestion of some
Breckinridge and Lane democrat�did not obtain
general credence.  A hog, a heifer, a sheep, 2,000
loaves of bread, and ten barrels full of biscuit, these,
with the ox, formed the staple of the entertainment,
Mr. Palmo superintending the cuisine.  Up to 1 �
o�clock, carving was the order of the day within the
enclosure, expectation without.  Then the feeding
commenced.  Two or three boys laden with trays
full of bread, at first attempted a circuit of the
crowd, from within the ring.  Very soon their trays
were empty.  Just five minutes more, the hungry or
vivacious applicants had leapt over the frail barrier
into the enclosure, and were, democratically, helping
themselves.  Of the twenty-five policemen solicited
for the purpose of maintaining order, not more than
three were present, and those helpless.  So the mob
had it all their own way, and, of course, instituted
a lively time of it.
  It was a general, promiscuous, scramble, in which
the food disappeared in a twinkling, not altogether

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down the throats of the hungry.  The good white
leaves were thrown into the air, and men pelted each
other with biscuit, until the ground was white with
the fragments, or pursued each other, contesting the
possession of beef bones.  Here might have been ob-
served a boy securing, with difficulty, half a dozen
leaves; there a couple of Irishmen, their teeth dili-
gently employed on an anomalous-looking fragment
of roast heifer; elsewhere a little party surrounding
the dismembered hog.  Suppose an occasional shower
of salt, a few barrels sportively distributed on the heads
of the multitude, spasmodic cheers, the band play-
ing patriotic tunes, the wind blowing, the dust flying,
the mob increasing, and you have the culmination of
the scene.  In the midst of it, when all the tables
were upset, their contents scattered, and nothing but 
hilarity and confusion rampant, Mr. Douglas arrived,
in honor of whom the band played �Hail to the
chief��with more of drum to it than was absolutely
necessary�and the crowd flocked to the grand stand.
He arrived with commendable punctuality at two
o�clock, when there might have been fifteen thousand
persons present.

[Gunn�s diary continued]
  In the midst of the culinary area, I found
Mort Thomson and bore him company throughout
the entire proceedings.   After the scramble was
over, Will Waud appeared (on duty for Frank
Leslie) and Woodward, once of the Picayune,
looking coarse and roughly dressed, contrary to
his former style.        Many other men were there
whom I knew, more to whom I was introdu-
ced, to the accompaniments of brandy drinking.
Mort and I had eaten a preliminary sandwich
or two at a stall.    Clarence Eytinge turned
up at 2, when we were departing � he on duty
for the Ill. News � so the four of us returned
together, Mort getting out near his residence.
I kept on, parted with Waud and Eytinge,               
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