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being read for the approval of the meeting someone asked what was to be done with the carcasses of the fowl shot.
" `Eat them,' I said from a side bench.
" `Eat them,' repeated the magistrate as if reading from the formal document.
"At once there was a rush for the wood-pile on which the magistrate was standing, and the wood, the reader, and the crowd were thrown into one tumbled mass. But it was all done in good nature, and was merely one of the ways in which animal spirits expressed themselves at these annual meetings."
Mr. St. John also told a story of an old-time parliamentary election that reads, in some respects, like a news item of U. F. 0. activity of the present time.
"We had," he said, "been electing lawyers year after year and found that these hardly noticed us after election day was over. In order to devise means of changing all this we held a meeting in our township and decided, by almost unanimous vote, that we would elect a farmer in the then pending election. Two candidates were in the field, Hartman, a Reformer and farmer, and Scobie, a Conservative and lawyer. The latter was a very clever talker and succeeded in persuading all of those who had attended the meeting, except myself, to go back on the decision reached and to support him. Notwithstanding the defection of Brock, however, Hartman was elected, and he proved one of the best representatives who ever sat for the constituency.
"Polling in that election took place at New-