Wisconsin herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1846-1849, 1848-05-13
MISCELLANEOUS.
From Morris and Willis Home Journal.
The shippers /" Jack-at-a.Pinch."
/" This is fact and no poetic fable. ''-BrRoN

g This is a fact and no poetic fable. BYRON
About two O'Clock of the afternoon of the
- day of May, 1907, four persons were
assembled in the parlor of a house on the
stage road, ten or fifteen miles below Tar.
rytown. A gentleman of middle age, the
master of the house, with his wife and q
beautiful daughter were in colloquy with
an individual of digniiied air, and singu-
larly handsome countenance, about thirty
years of age, who, with his valise in his
hand, and his cloak on his arm, appeared
accoutred for travelling.
Z" am truly sorry, Judge" said the host
3. that we cannot detain you any longer"
"We certainly expected you to remain
another night with u.s." said the wife.
"At least,'' said the daughter, with an en-
gaging smile, you will wait until the stage
passes tomorrow noon" .Lstar4-
"It is difficult, my friends" replied the
stranger, " to resist invitations so pressing
Ily offered; and" said he, turning to the
daughter, I" if any thing would induce me
to forego my resolution, my dear young la
dy, it would he your solicitations; but have
prolonged my stay far beyond my expecta-
tons; and Indispensable engagements hurry
me away. If recollect right" continued
he, turning to his host, " there is fishing
hut on the river side, somewhere opposite
us: and there was once path which led
down the mountain to the spot: be good
enough to put me in the way to find II, and
| will make for the station"
"It is passable only on foot or on horse
back" said the host, g or would take you
down in the carriage; but there is an open
/ ing in the wood, Just yonder, which leads to
a. n. aud hot 0al mad ga
go astray-
After many friendly greetings on all sides,
the stranger made his bow and departed
The path was found; and trudging onward,
he soon emerged from the ravine above the
beach, where a group of fishermen were
waiting the proper time of tide, to resume
their labors. A couple of skiffs were drawn
up on the beach, around which the coDgre-
CATION were assembled.
" Whose skiffs are these!" asked the new
conner. I" want to be put on board one of
those vessels In sight" 4yfsag
There was light wind blowing from the
northwest; and the white sails of the river
craft were seen far above and below-some
nearly opposite and some far distant.
"This one" responded the fisherman,
CTS mine; but we can't spare time to put
you on board, for il will soon be time for a
haul. The other belongs to Mcpherson now
coming up"
The stranger inquired, as the other came
near enough, whether he could be accom-
modated with passage on board.
"I can let you have the skiff," he answer
ed, g but am obliged to go up the road
Here, however, are a couple of idlers who
win undoubtedly row you off, and bring back
the boat.n
The suggestion was adopted; the ferry
was chartered, and the oarsmen engaged
for voyage.
While the men were getting the boat in
proper order, a woman made her appear
ance, dressed in linsey woolsey gown
not of the finest texture, or the newest fash
ion, and none Of the cleanest, withal. The
face of this person was cast in the true
Xantippi mould, with eyes so horribly as
kew, that an operator FOR strabismus would
have coveted her as a subject; the visage
of the lady was of such % vinegar aspect"
as to warrant the belief that she had fed on
crab apples for fortnight. Approaching
the men, who were nearly ready to shove
of, she accosied one of them thus: