Wisconsin herald, and Grant County advertiser. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1844-1845, 1844-12-28
VOL. II.
With these claims to the remember


ance, not to say veneration, OF Posterl-
ty, he would undoubtedly have been
at this moment on the great hish-road
to Immortality, but for an untoward
circumstance. He declined subscrib-
ing to a History of New Amsterdam,
not vet written, but for which the au-
thor expected to be paid beforehand,
and by this mistaken economy griev-
ously offended the only historian Of the
colony, who, in revenge, lefthim out of
his catalogue Of illustrious men, con-
sissing of upward Of three hundred. all
of domestic production, and every one
of whose names would doubtless be at
this moment extant on their tomb
stones, had not these last been rooted
out by the memorable ploughshare OF
improvement, which spars neither the
property ofthe living nor the graves OF
the dead.t Thus persisted, at least for
a time, the name and the memory OF
Paulus Lubbersen, whose fate presents
a memorable example ofthe slight ten
ure by which great men hold their re-
putation. Had it not been for this
oversight, he would unquestionbly have
been consecrated to future ages in a
fnll length portrait in the City Hall OF
the immortals. But he offended his
historian, and was forgotten. Having
paid this tagging tribute to the memory
ofdeparted worth, we shall now pro-
coed with our relation of the marvel
Gus dispensation which fell upon the
good city Of New Amsterdam during
the gubernadorship of the soon to be
renowned Paulus Lubbersen.
1t was one fine spring morning, just
as the sun had begun to spread his car
pet of gold leaf over the CLASSY bosom
of the beauti full bay of New Amster-
dam. that "The Old "-as he was
commonly called by the burghers OF
ancient Pavonia, which lies opposite
the city,not on occount of his great age,
but because Of his substance, which
caused him to be much respected, and
looked up to for his gravity and wis
dom-thc old man-as we have
said before-was busying himself to-
gether with his black boy Yaup, in get.
ting ready his skiff for voyage to
New Amsterdam. The old man made
his daily trip during the spring, sum.
mer and autumn, except in bad wea-
ther,and whenever Meynheer Levyckes
Tienborer-that was his name-was
not seen at the Marketfeldt, if it did
not storm already, every body said you
might look out for squalls. His cargo
consisted Of ducks, chickens, eggs, cab
bages, radishcs, and other miscellane-
GUS articles, the sale of which brought
slow but continual trickling Of the
one-thing- needful into the old mans
pocket.
Having taken his cargo on board, he
was Just on the point of pushing off,
when he heard some one calling out
"Schstop,' schstop, meynheer J" and
looking round in that direction, saw a
mighty qeer old fellow, with face as
black as pot, and shining in the sun
like looking glass, s.umping toward
him as fast as he could drive, which, for
that matter, was not very fast, seeing
he was lame of one leg and the other
was as crooked as a cucumber. AS he
came toddling along, putting and blow
ing, the old man could not help laugh
ing, although grave, to see his head,
which was covered with red wollen
cap in the shape of a hay-stack, bob
bing up and down like an apple in a
ripple, with bis lame leg flourishing one
way, and his cucumber one the other,
as fthey belonged to differentpersons.
1t seemed as though this lack of good
fellowship between his legs, and their
contrary evolutions had affected the
rest of his person, for one Of his should
ers was higher than the other, one side
of him was convex, the other concave,
and his eyes, to use a common express
sion. "looked nine ways for sunday"
When he came up, with the glitter
ing drops rolling down his black visage,
the old man inquired, not in the most
civil way, what he wanted, and he told
him he wished to be carried over to
New Amsterdam, in less than no time,
having particular engagement there
that morning. Upon this the old man
observed, rather in huffish way, that
since he was in sich hurry, he won
dered why he did not take passage in
the ferry-boat from Pulus Hook, (which,