. The Southern States. finish in this mid-mountainjourney. In that day and time there were onlytwo modes of travel in this region—oneby private carriage, the other by stage-coach. The former was far the moreswell, as it is termed in this year ofgrace, 1893, or as they said then, themore aristocratic of the two. And asPorte Crayon (whose real name wasStrother) set up to be a gentleman ofquality, as well as an artist and man ofletters, he and his three cousins went intheir own conveyance. After tellingabout how a bag full of bullets weremoulded for the slaughter of varmintsand festive pheasants
. The Southern States. finish in this mid-mountainjourney. In that day and time there were onlytwo modes of travel in this region—oneby private carriage, the other by stage-coach. The former was far the moreswell, as it is termed in this year ofgrace, 1893, or as they said then, themore aristocratic of the two. And asPorte Crayon (whose real name wasStrother) set up to be a gentleman ofquality, as well as an artist and man ofletters, he and his three cousins went intheir own conveyance. After tellingabout how a bag full of bullets weremoulded for the slaughter of varmintsand festive pheasants in the mountains,and how the old Crayon, family carriagewas revarnished and the roan and thesorrel sleeked up to the uttermost pointof good looks, it was discovered that asuitable driver had yet to be Tom, Young Tom, Peter and adozen others had successively beencatechised and rejected. One morninga huge negro made his appearance inthe hall, accompanied by all the negrohousehold, and all in a broad rtJUTlC CRAYON UN Till; ROAD Sarvant, marster, said the giant, saluting,hat in hand, with the grace of a hippo-potamus, Pse a driver, sir ! Indeed !said Porte, with some surprise. Whatsyour name? Kc ! Hi! snickered theapplicant for office, and looked towardOld Tom. Hes name Little Mice,said Tom. And there was a generallaugh. The story of their drivers name is thustold : Why, dye see, Marse Porte,said Tom, when dis nigga was a boy,his ole miss tuck him in de house tosarve in de dinin room. Well, everyday she look arter her pies and cakesand dey done gone. Dis is unaccount-able, say old miss ; Come here, boy,what goes wid dese pies ? He says :I spec, missus, little mice eats well, says she, maybe dey one mornin arly, she come in, onex-pected like, and dar she see dis boy,pie in his mouf. So, says she, I cotchdem little mice at last. An from datday to dis, sir, dey call him nothin butLittle Mice, and dat been so long deydone forgot his oder name, if
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