NOVEMBER 20, 18 —.

It's quite a show, and strikes me a good deal— How many ride around here on a wheel; The streets are graded very smooth and nice, And make this town the wheelman's paradise. A brother-farmer—neighbor, once, to me— Who's down here, like myself, to hear and see, Told me, last night, before we "doused the glim," How a young wheel-chap got the start of him. 'Twould skip my memory, maybe, if I'd let it; I'll put it down here so I sha'n't forget it.