"Oh for goodness sake don't send that crittur to him,"
said he, "or minister will have to pay him for his visit,
more, p'raps, than he can afford. John Russell, that had
the ribbons afore him, appointed a settler as a member
of Legislative Council to Prince Edward's Island, a berth
that has no pay, that takes a feller three months a year
from home, and has a horrid sight to do; and what do you
think he did? Now jist guess. You give it up, do you?
Well, you might as well, for if you was five Yankees
biled down to one, you wouldn't guess it. 'Remember
Secretary's clerk,' says he, a touchin' of his hat, 'give
him a little tip of thirty pound sterling, your honour.'
Well, colonist had a drop of Yankee blood in him, which
was about one third molasses, and, of course, one third
more of a man than they commonly is, and so he jist ups
and says, 'I'll see you and your clerk to Jericho beyond
Jordan fust. The office ain't worth the fee. Take it and
sell it to some one else that has more money nor wit.'
He did, upon my soul."

"No, don't send State-Secretary to Minister, send him to
me at eleven o'clock to-night, for I shall be the
toploftiest feller about that time you've seen this while
past, I tell you. Stop till I touch land once more, that's
all; the way I'll stretch my legs ain't no matter."

He then uttered the negro ejaculation "chah!--chah!" and
putting his arms a-kimbo, danced in a most extraordinary
style to the music of a song, which he gave with great
expression: