Rensselaer Gazette, Volume 3, Number 26, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 October 1859 — Anecdote of Jefferson. [ARTICLE]

Anecdote of Jefferson.

A party were riding, and Mr. Jefferson, the President, was with them. A smart shower had fallen during the forenoon, and when they got back to Moore’s Creek, the water waft running up to the saddle girths of a horse. An ordinary western-looking man was sitting on the bank with a saddle in his hands. He waited until all the party but Mr. Jefferson had entered the stream, and then asked him for a rido across. To rein up to a stone, suffer him to mount en croupe, and to carry him to the opposite bank, was a matter cf course. In a few moments, the party .in the rear, who had witnessed the affair, overtook our besaddlcd pedestrian, stretching away at a sturdy pace along the foot of Curler’s mountain . “Isay, quoth a junior, “what made you let the young_ nun pass, and then ask that gentleman to carry you over the creek!” “Wall,” said Kentucky, in broad pathos, “if you want to know, I’ll tell you; I reckon a man carries yes or no in bis face—the young chap’s taco said no—the old ’oil’s said yes.” “It isn’t every mun that would have asked the President of the United States for a ride behind him,” said the other, expecting, perhaps, to blank the bold visage of Kentucky. If such was bis object, however, he was very much mistaken. “You don't say that was Tom. Jefferson, do you! ’ was the reply, and he immediately added: “He’s a darned fine old fellow, any way.” “That was the President,” was the response. Kentucky looked up and around, the locality Well known to strangers at once carrying conviction so his mind. He appeared in a brown study for a moment; the massive features then relaxed; be burst into a loud laugh, and thus he spoke: “\\ hat do you suppose my wife, Polly, will say when I get back to lloone county, and tell her I’ve rid behind the President! she’ll say I voted for the right man'.’' o^7*A stranger from the country observing an ordinary roller rule on the table, and inquiring its use, was answered, “If is a rule for counting-houses.” Too well bred, as he construed politeness, to ask unnecessary questions, I .he turned it over and over, up and down repeatedly, and ut last, in a paroxysm of battled curiosity, inquired, “How, in the name of wonder, do yoy. count houses with this?” o^7*Another relic of the classic ages was found in Vermont lately, being a dog’s collar. suppose!! to hayo belonged to Julius f.kesar, from the factof having his name engraved upon it !