Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1896-08-03
LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER.
The Story as Told by Slum Night Schoo
SchOlar.

Ihe story as IOlO Dy d Slum NiSht Sch~'A
Scholar.
De swell was skippin fer de highlands
wild his goil, an he come to river wot he
couldn't git across, so he looks up de feller
dat runs de ferry, an he says to him: SAY,
git a move on you an row Inc over dc wet.
It's good fer FLYER, an no mistake" An
de ferry Teller stuck his nose out of de door
into de rain an says he, ''Wot's eatin you?
An de swell says: I'm de chief of police,
an dis gal wild me is de gov ner's daughter.
See? De ole mans been chasin us round
de block fer tree days, an if he gifts on to
us now gifts it in de neck in 10 places to
once. See? An if gifts it wots to become
of de goilf" De ferry Teller was looloo
hisself, an when he hears dose he puts on
his macintosh an comes outside. "Hully
gee" he says, when he sees de goil, ''ain't
she a peach? Dey amt no kind of wedder
dat's goin to bluff me wild loidy like she
is, an I'll row you across if it takes a
leg, an it won't cost you a cent neither
See? I'm q gent, am, when 1t comes to
loidies. 'Tain't EXACTLY dc kind OF night
when you takes your music box along an
floats wild de tide, but she goes jist dc
samee See9' By dis time de wind was
howlin like convention in de Fort ward,
an de sky was as black a. dc inside of q
stovepipe, an comm down de pike you
could hear de COILS dad wild his gang
maxim a noise like de bunch comm down
de homestretch in de mud. "Git move
on you, please" says de loidy. II amt
stuck on de kind of wedder we's gittin,
but it's velvet to what pepper will be if he
ketches me out dis time of de night wild
cut a shapperun. Den de ferry Teller
hustled de gent an de loidy into de boat
an showed off in deep water. De way de
wind screeched now would give cards an
spades to a. alley full Of cats, but de ferry
Teller was dead game an KEEP de paddles
goin fer all he was wort. He seen fore
he'd got to de first turnin stake dat he
wasn't goin to win de race, but he didn't
lay down. De water was swipin de stuffin
out of de boat every minute an soakin de
loidy an de gent as if dey was fire wild
all de injines in de city turnin DER hose on
'em but de ferry Teller an de storm didn't
let up little bit. Dey KEEP poundin
away, an de old man, dc COILS pepper, he
come down to de dock by dis time, an he
seen 'em out in de river, an he yelled like
dog run over by cable car. De loidy
had one arm hangin on to de gent an de
other stretched out to dc old man, but she
couldn't make no connections, an dc COM
bination was gittin it in de neck all around.
"Back her; back her!'' yelled de old man
on de dock, but dat ferry Teller might as
well tried to back one of dem Cunarders
goin down dc bay full speed, an he jest
t'rowed up his hands. De old man prom
Used to make it all right wild dc chief if de
goil would come back, but what could de
gent do? He wasn't havin fun wild de
Wat little bit, an he would "a been glad
to cough up hundred to de ferry Teller il
he would put him ashore agin, but d.
ferry Teller had laid down, an dat ended d.
whole performance De boat give chucl
or two an den made sneak fer de bottom
an down dey all skipped, leavin de old maj
on de dock chewin de rag an kickin hissel
every two minutes fer bein de chump HI
was.-W. J. hampton in Truth.