4.  A semicircular row of whiskers hedging the edge of the jaw and chin.  These were dyed a frightful dead-black, such a color as belonged to no natural hair or beard that ever existed.  At the roots there was a quarter of an inch of white, giving the whiskers the appearance of having been stuck on.

5.  A pair of spectacles “with tortoise-shell rim.”  Wont to slip off.

6.  A glass eye, purchased of a peddler, and differing in color from its natural mate, perpetually getting out of focus by turning in or out.

7.  A set of false teeth, badly fitted, and given to bobbing up and down.

8.  The Squire proper, to whom these patches were loosely attached.

It is an old story that a boy wrote home to his father begging him to come West, because “mighty mean men get into office out here.”  But Ralph concluded that some Yankees had taught school in Hoopole County who would not have held a high place in the educational institutions of Massachusetts.  Hawkins had some New England idioms, but they were well overlaid by a Western pronunciation.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, shoving up his spectacles, and sucking his lips over his white teeth to keep them in place, “ladies and gentlemen, young men and maidens, raley I’m obleeged to Mr. Means fer this honor,” and the Squire took both hands and turned the top of his head round half an inch.  Then he adjusted his spectacles.  Whether he was obliged to Mr. Means for the honor of being compared to a donkey was not clear.  “I feel in the inmost compartments of my animal spirits a most happifying sense of the success and futility of all my endeavors to sarve the people of Flat Creek deestrick, and the people of Tomkins township, in my weak way and manner.”  This burst of eloquence was delivered with a constrained air and an apparent sense of a danger that he, Squire Hawkins, might fall to pieces in his weak way and manner, and of the success and futility of all attempts at reconstruction.  For by this time the ghastly pupil of the left eye, which was black, was looking away round to the left, while the little blue one on the right twinkled cheerfully toward the front.  The front teeth would drop down so that the Squire’s mouth was kept nearly closed, and his words whistled through.

“I feel as if I could be grandiloquent on this interesting occasion,” twisting his scalp round, “but raley I must forego any such exertions.  It is spelling you want.  Spelling is the corner-stone, the grand, underlying subterfuge, of a good eddication.  I put the spellin’-book prepared by the great Daniel Webster alongside the Bible.  I do, raley.  I think I may put it ahead of the Bible.  For if it wurn’t fer spellin’-books and sich occasions as these, where would the Bible be?  I should like to know.  The man who got up, who compounded this work of inextricable valoo was a benufactor to the whole human race or any other.”  Here the spectacles fell off.  The Squire replaced them in some confusion, gave the top of his head another twist, and felt of his glass eye, while poor Shocky stared in wonder, and Betsey Short rolled from side to side in the effort to suppress her giggle.  Mrs. Means and the other old ladies looked the applause they could not speak.