is on the pint of givin in, when a fine lookin feller in russet
boots and a buffalo overcoat rushes forored and obsarves:

"Old man! go down stairs! Retire to the starbud bulkhed! I'll
take charge of this Bote!"

"Owdashus cuss!" yelled the capting, "away with thee or I shall
do mur-rer-der-r-r!"

"Skurcely," obsarved the stranger, and he drew a diamond-hilted
fish-knife and cut orf the capting's hed. He expired shortly,
his last words bein, "we are governed too much."

"People!" sed the stranger, "I'm the Juke d'Moses!"

"Old hoss!" sed a passenger, "methinks thou art blowin!"
whareupon the Juke cut orf his hed also.

"Oh that I should live to see myself a dead body!" screamed the
unfortnit man. "But don't print any verses about my deth in the
newspapers, for if you do I'll haunt ye!"

"People!" sed the Juke, "I alone can save you from yon bloody
pirut! Ho! a peck of oats!" The oats was brought, and the Juke,
boldly mountin the jibpoop, throwed them onto the towpath. The
pirut rapidly approached, chucklin with fiendish delight at the
idee of increasin his ill-gotten gains. But the leadin hoss of
the pirut ship stopt suddent on comin to the oats, and commenst
for to devour them. In vain the piruts swore and throwd stones
and bottles at the hoss--he wouldn't budge a inch. Meanwhile the