A new idea for making money out of the office seekers,
swarming round the new governor.

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Postscript to Ephraim.

Portland, Feb. 23, 1830.

Dear Cousin.—As soon as you get this, I want you
to load up tho old lumber-box with them are long slick
bean-poles, that I got out last summer. I guess I shant
make much by my ax handles, for I can't sell 'em yet;
I hant sold but tu since I've been here; and the sea's
been froze over so that uncle Ned hant got in from
Quoddy yet, and I hant had any chance to send my ax
handles to Boston. But if I lose on the ax handles, I
shall make it up on the bean poles if you only get 'em
here in season. Do make haste as fast as you can, and
you shall share half the profits.

It ant to stick beans with nuther; and I guess you'll
kind o' laff, when I tell you what tis for. You know
when we went to the court there was a man sot up in a
box, that they called a Sheriff, and held a long white
pole in his hand. Well I heard somebody say tother
day that there was more than a hundred folks here that
wanted to get a Sheriff's pole; and I happened to think
that them are bean poles would make cute ones. But
you must get 'em afore the Governor makes his appintments,
or it'll be gone goose with us, about it, for we
could'nt sell more than half a dozen arter that.