"Catch me where all the folks are, in that old butternut suit!"

A much larger number of people than usual came to town that Saturday,bearded men in straw hats and blue homespun shirts, and butternut trousers of great amplitude of material and vagueness of outline; women in homespun frocks and slat-bonnets, with faces as expressionless as the dreary sandhills which gave them a meagre sustenance.