up, and looked dignified, for I know'd
I had a right to be proud, and no mistake; sais I, 'Prince, I am an
American citizen.' How them two words altered him. P'raps there beant no
two words to ditto 'em. He looked for all the world like a different man
when he seed I wasn't a mean uncircumcised colonist.

"'Very glad to see you, Mr. Yankee,' said he, 'very glad indeed. Shall I
have de honour to ride with you a little way in your carriage?'

"'As for the matter of that,' sais I, 'Mountsheer Prince, the honour is
all the other way,' for I can be as civil as any man, if he sets out to
act pretty and do the thing genteel.

"With that he jumped right in, and then he said somethin' in French
to the officers; some order or another, I suppose, about comin on and
fetchin' his hoss with them. I have hearn in my time, a good many men
speak French, but I never see the man yet, that could hold a candle
to _him_. Oh, it was like lightnin', jist one long endurin' streak; it
seemed all one sentence and one word. It was beautiful, but I couldn't
onderstand it, it was so everlastin' fast.

"'Now,' sais he, 'set sail.' And off we sot, at the rate of sixteen
notts an hour. Old Clay pleased him, you may depend; he turned round and
clapped his hands, and larfed, and waved his hat to his officers to
come on; and they whipped, and spurred, and galloped, and raced for dear
life; but we dropped 'em astarn like any thing, and he larfed again,
heartier than ever There is no people a'most, like to ride so fast as
sailors; they crack on, like a house a fire.

"Well, arter a while, sais he, 'Back topsails,' and I hauled up, and
he jumped down, and outs with a pocket book, and takes a beautiful gold
coronation medal. (It was solid gold, no pinchback, but the rael yaller
stuff, jist fresh from King's shop to Paris, where his money is made),
and sais he, 'Mr. Yankee, will you accept that to remember the Prince de
Joinville and his horse by?' And then he took off his hat and made me a
bow, and if that warn't a bow, then I never see one, that's all. I don't
believe mortal man, unless it was a Philadelphia nigger, could make such
a bow. It was enough to sprain his ankle he curled so low. And then off
he went with a hop, skip, and a jump, sailor fashion, back to meet his
people.

"Now, Squire, if you see Lord Stanley, tell him that story of the Prince
de Joinville's horse; but before you get so far as that, pin him by
admissions. When you want to get