A Prevaricated Parade

Excerpt: ""And for the support of this A declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor." Hank Padden shifted his seat on the top pole of the corral, and marks the place with his finger. "Now," says he, "shall I orate the names of the men who signed it?" "Never mind," replies old man Whittaker. "We don't know none of them, personally, so we'll let what you've already read be sufficient and plenty. After listening to all you've read out of that book, Hank, I'm of the impression that she's a fitting day to be celebrated. What do you think, Hen?" "She's worth a passing memorial," says I, and "Scenery" Sims, the fourth member of our committee, nods his head: "She sure is, gents. I never cared for kings, except in jack-pots, and our glorious forefathers sure did proclaim their feelings. I'm with yuh from the hondo to the saddle-horn." That makes it unanimous. The night before there's a meeting in Paradise, and they appoints me and Scenery, Hank Padden and old man Whittaker as a committee to investigate the reasons and so forth of the Fourth of July, and whether, in our own minds, she's of sufficient import to consider a celebration."