Bob. Ingersoll is taking a rest from his persecutions of the Creator, and
is traveling in the Yo Semite region of California. Bob does not believe
there is a God, but if he was riding a kicking mule, down the precipice
near the big trees, and the saddle should turn over with him, and his foot
should be caught in the stirrup, after the mule had kicked him a few times
in the judgement seat, which is the bowels, in his case, he would be very
apt to bellow like a calf, and say "O, Lord, please unbuckle that cussed
strap." We should like to hear Bob had met with some such accident, just
so he would recognize the foreign government of the Lord, which at present
he totally ignores. Not that we have anything against Ingersoll.