shouted, in a tip-top voice, "Ike, you Ike, where air you?"

Ike made his appearance on the full run.

"W-w-what's the matter, mother?"--_Miss_ Scudder his mother! I should
have been shocked, as I was on my first visit to New Jersey, if I had
not had a key to this. "That is a very pretty girl," I said on that
occasion to a Jersey-man; "who is she?"--"She's old _Miss_ Perrine's
da'ter," was the reply. I looked at the innocent victim of man's
criminal conduct with commiseration. "What a pity!" I remarked.

"Not such a very great pity," said Jersey, eying me very severely. "I
reckon old man Perrine's got as big a cedar-swamp as you, or I either,
would like to own."

"Her grandfather you speak of?"

"No, I don't: I'm talking 'bout her father,--he that married Abe Simm's
da'ter and got a power of land by it; and that gal, their da'ter, one of
these days will step right into them swamps."

"Oh," I replied, "_Mrs._ Perrine's daughter," accenting the "Missis!"

"Mussus or Miss, it's all the same in Jersey," he answered.

Knowing this, Ike's appeal was intelligible. To proceed with our story,
the driver, very angry by this time, shouted,--

"I dells you oonst more for der last dime. I'fe got der small pox! unt
Mishter Ellis he gifs me a leffy to gif der small pox to Miss Scutter;