Unless you wish to join the spiritual ranks of bootleg Viagra peddlers and Nigerian "princes," indiscriminate email blasts to one's acquaintances is never copacetic.
It's about a naive rancher who lucks into a seat in the state legislature where he meets lobbyists, influence peddlers, conspiracy-mongers and power brokers.
He had subsequently travelled New England and the Middle States, as a peddler, in the employment of a Connecticut manufactory of cologne-water and other essences.
He wants to ask the red-faced peddler, with his fingers sticking through the brown cotton gloves, if he can hold the tumbling bear for a minute, but he is afraid.