Preferring death to New Jersey.
--One terrible stormy night, in bleak December, a
United States vessel was wrecked off the coast of
Jersey, and every soul, save one, went down with the doomed craft.
This one survivor, a western gentleman, seized a floating spar, and was washed toward the shore, while innumerable kind hearted tools of the Camden and Amboy Railroad stood clustered on the beach with ropes and boats.
Slowly but surely the unhappy mariner drifted to land, and as he exhaustedly caught at the rope thrown to him, the kindly natives uttered an encouraging cheer.
‘"You are saved,"’ they shouted.
‘"You are saved, and must show the conductor your ticket."’ With the sea still boiling about him, and a floating straw tickling his nose, the drowning stranger suddenly resisted the efforts to haul him ashore.‘--"Stop!"’ said he, in a faint tone.
‘"Tell me where I am!
What country is this?"’ And they answered ‘"
New Jersey."’ Scarcely had the name been uttered, when the wretched stranger let go the rope, ejaculating as he did so. ‘"I guess I'll float a little farther."’ He was never seen again!