The Nevada journal., 1856-04-04
From the N. Y Spirit Of tie Times.
The Dutchman
WHO HAD THE SNAIL pox


It's remarkably dry drive from Black
berry to Squash Point, dry even for New
Jersey; and When you remember that it's
fifty miles between the two towns. its di
vision into five drinks seems very natural.
When you are packed three on one mar
row seat in Jersey stage, it is necessary
A Jersey stage! 1t is not on record. but
when Dante winds up his tenth scantet''
into the Inferno with
Each at his back was laden, came indeed.
Or more or less contracted; and it seem'd
As he who show'd most patience in his look.
Waiiins exclaimed, Il can endure no more !"
The conclusion that he alluded to a crowd
ed Jersey stage load is irresistible. A
man with long legs, ON back seat, in one
OF these vehicles, suffers like snipe shut
up in a snuff box. For this reason. the
long-legged man should sit on the front
seat with the driver; there, like the hem
turkey over hundred eggs, she can spread
himself!!" The writer sat alongside ofthe
arlver one morning, just at break of day.
as the stage drove out of Blackberry; he
was through passenger to Squash Point.
1t was very cold morning. In order to
break the ice for conversation, he prais-
ed the fine points of the offhorse; the dri-
vpr tlIesrvl.
"4aas, she's eoot hoss, and | knows
how to trive him"
1t was evidently case of mixed breed.
"Where is Wood, who used to drive
this stage?''
"Ile he's laid up NIT dc ter rumatiz.
since yester week, and trives for him
So - went on reading newspaper.
a fello*=passenger, on back seat, not
having the fear of murdered English on
his hands, coaxed the Dutch driver into a
long conversation, much to the delight of
very pretty Jersey -blue-belle, who laugh
ed so merrily that it was contagious: and
in few minutes, from being like unto q
conventicle, we were as wide awake as
one of Christy's audiences. By sunrise we
were in excellent spirits, up to all sorts of
fun, and when, little later, our stage stop
ped at the first watering place, the driver
found himself the center of a group of
treaters to the distilled juice of apples
ltsjust as easy to say 'apple-jack," and
be done with it, but the writer being very
anxious to form style, cribs from all
quarters. The scott repeated expression
'.juice of the grape" has been for a long
time on his hands, and wishing to work it
up, he would have done it in this case, on
ly he fears the skepticism of his readers.
By courtesey they may wink at the poeti-
cal license of reporter ofa public dinner,
who calls turnip juice and painted whisky
'Juice of the grape" but they wouldn't all
low the existence, for one minute, of such
application to the liquors of Jersey tav-
ern. It's out of place.
"Here's a package to leave at Mrs.
Scudder's-the third house on the left
hand side after you get into Jericho. What
do you charge?" asked man who seemed
to know the driver.
"Pout lefty" answered he. Receiv-
ing the silver, he gathered up the reins,
and put the square package in the stage
box. just as he started the horses, he
leaned his head out of the stage, and look
ing back to the man who gave him the
bundle, shouted out the question, '.Ter
fird hous on ter left hand ont of Yeriko?"
The man didn't hear him, but the dri-
yer was satisfied: On we went at pref
ty good rate, considering how heavy the
roads were: Another tavern, more water
ing, more applejack. Another long stretch
of sand, and We were nearing Jericho.
"Any potty know der Miss Sautter
hausa" asked the driver, bracing his feet
on the mail bag which lay in front of him,
and screwing his head round so as to face
in. There seemed to be consultation
going on inside the stage.
Il don't know nobody B. that name in
Jericho, do you, Lishe % asked weather.
beaten looking man, who evidently ''went
by water" of another one, who apparently
went the same way.
''There was old Squire Cows later.
she married Scudder, and moved up
here some two years back Come to think
ont, guess she lives higher to Glasshouse,''
answered Lishe.
The driver, finding he could get no
light out of the passengers, seeing a tall
raw-boned woman washing some clothes
i'll front of house, and who flew out of
sight as the stage flew in, handed me the
reins as he jumped from hisseat, and chased
the fugitive hallooing, "Tfe got der small
pox, Tfe got der" Here his voice
was lost as he dashed into the open door
of the house. But in minute he reap.
peared, followed by broom with enraged
woman annexed, and loud voice shouting
out:
"You git out O. this! clear yourself
quicker. amt going to have you diseas.
ing honest folks, if you have got the small
'pox !"
q dells you rfe got der small pox.-
Iont you versteh! der SMALL Pox p This
time he shouted it out in capital letters.
"Clear out l'll call the men folks, if
You don't clear!" and at once she shouted,
in tip-top voice, "Ike! you Ike! where
air yous' Ike made his appearance on the
full run.
sW-what's the matter. mother ?''