Tire mechanic sees his weekly newspaper over his pipe and pot; but the clod-hopper, the chopstick, the
hawbuck, the hind, the Johnny Raw, or by whatever name, in whatever district he may be called is everywhere the same--he sees no newspaper and if he did he could not read it [...] He knows there is such a place as the next town, for he goes there to statutes, and to the fair,--and he has heard of Lunnon, and the French, and Buonaparte, and of late years of America.