'a quarter of news,' twelve pounds of beef, seven pounds of cheese, and so
on, or he must have their worth in money, and he tells them to bring in
the produce, or he will have to 'shut up shop.' I will now shut, also."

Making a low bow again, the wearer of small clothes retired. When Juggie's
turn arrived, he appeared, whip in hand.

"I'm de stage-driber. In de days ob our ancestors dar were no railroads,
but jest common roads. De fust canal was built in 1777. Dar was a big road
dat went from Bosson to mouf of Kennebec, one up into New Hampshire, and
den ta Canada, one to Providence, and one to New York, while New York had
two roads, norf and one souf. I was a stage-driber." (Here Juggie cracked
his whip and shouted, "Get up, Cæsar!") "I ran de 'Flyin' Machine' dat
went from New York to Philadelfy, and took only two days; and one spell I
took a stage from New York to Bosson in six days. What do you say to dat?
Don't it make yer eyes open? Who carried de mail, do you say? And haben't
you eber heard? De stage. In 1775 de mail went from Philadelfy to New
England ebery fortnight in winter, but dey improbed and went once a week,
and letter-writers could get an answer in free weeks, when before it took
six weeks. What progress! De worl' goes on, and--so do I."

Juggie left, and Governor Grimes appeared in the dress of a farmer,
carrying a shovel in one hand and a hoe in the other.

"I am a farmer, and was one in the old days. It is true I did not have so
many neighbors as people nowadays, and I went without things that farmers
now have. I didn't have newfangled cultivators, reapers, or such things.
But then what a stout house I lived in, a big, square house, and its frame
wasn't made of pipe-stem sticks! They were big, solid sticks of oak that I
had, and you could see them sticking out of the corners and down from the