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One day in the spring when the freshets were very high and the steam ferry had all it could do to struggle against the current, father saw a young Indian with a squaw by his side waiting on the ship. The young man was good looking, smart, apparently about thirty years old. The girl might have been eighteen, small and pretty Both seemed to have been drinking a little. Both were very happy. They appeared to have been recently married & in their wedding tour. Both, apparently had been drinking some. The girl had a bouquet in her hand which she fondled delicately and handled with as much grace as a fine lady although it consisted of only two early dandelions and three or four spears of grass.

Something caused conversation. My father asked about Sebattis Dana -

"Sebattis Denny, she's sick. She's sick Sebattis Denny. Berry strong woman his wife. Always woman she gets best part of man; you found it your self don't you? Naw? Well, look so you'se smart man, mebbe you don't. Yes, Sebattis Denny's she's sick."

Finally the man inquired what the fare was and was greatly surprised to find it one cents. "One shent!" [underlined] "You get him fibe shent" interposed [?] the woman