Virginia illustrated : containing a visit to the Virginian Canaan, and the adventures of Porte Crayon and his cousins . patient triothat on his part every thing was in readiness for the expeditionwith the exception of a driver. This important office had not yetbeen filled. Old Tom, Young Tom, Peter, and a dozen others,had successively been catechised, cross-questioned, and rejected. And why wont they do ? asked Fanny; they are all skill-ful drivers. Tut, Fanny, you know nothing about it. They would answervery well to drive you to church, but the selection of a driver forsuch a trip as I have i
Virginia illustrated : containing a visit to the Virginian Canaan, and the adventures of Porte Crayon and his cousins . patient triothat on his part every thing was in readiness for the expeditionwith the exception of a driver. This important office had not yetbeen filled. Old Tom, Young Tom, Peter, and a dozen others,had successively been catechised, cross-questioned, and rejected. And why wont they do ? asked Fanny; they are all skill-ful drivers. Tut, Fanny, you know nothing about it. They would answervery well to drive you to church, but the selection of a driver forsuch a trip as I have in view requires the greatest tact and con-sideration. Leave the matter entirely to me— 64 PORTE CRAYON AND HIS COUSINS. As the only person in the world who has the requisite tactand consideration, suggested gracefully bowed assent. One morning a huge ne-gro made his appearance inthe hall, accompanied by allthe negro household, andall in a broad grin. Sarvant, master, saidthe giant, saluting, hat inhand, with the grace of ahippopotamus. Tse a dri-ver, sir! Indeed ! said Porte,with some surprise; what. IS your name T^ LITTLE MICE. Ke! hi! snickered theapplicant for office, andlooked toward Old Tom. Hes name Little Mice,said Tom, and there was ageneral laugh. That is a queer name,at least, and not a very suit-able one. Has he no other? inquired Porte. Why, dye see, Mass Porte, said Tom, when dis nigga wasa boy, his ole miss tuck him in de house to sarve in de , every day she look arter her pies an cakes, an dey donegone. Dis is onaccountable, say ole miss. Come here, goes wid dese pies f He says, I spec, missus, little miceeats em. Very well, says she, maybe dey does. So one morn-in arley she come in onexpected like, an dar she see dis boy, piein hes mouf. So, says she, I cotch dem little mice at last, haveI f An from dat day, sir, dey call him nothin but Little Mice,an dat been so long dey done forgot his oder name, if he ever hadany. The gi
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