"I hav thought of this thing afore," said Moses, abstractedly.  "If it is so, then thus it must be!  2 B or not 2 B!  Which?  Sow, sow!  But enuff.  O life! life!--you're too many for me"  He tore out some of his pretty yeller hair, stampt on the floor sevril times, and was gone. CHAPTER III.--THE PIRUT FOILED. Sixteen long and weary years has elapst since the seens narrated in the last chapter took place.  A noble ship, the Sary Jane, is a sailin from France to Ameriky via the Wabash Canal.  A pirut ship is in hot pursoot of the Sary.  The pirut capting isn't a man of much principle and intends to kill all the people on bored the Sary and confiscate the wallerbles.  The capting of the S.J. is on the pint of givin in, when a fine lookin feller in russet boots and a buffalo overcoat rushes forored and obsarves: "Old man! go down stairs!  Retire to the starbud bulkhed!  I'll take charge of this Bote!" "Owdashus cuss!" yelled the capting, "away with thee or I shall do mur-rer-der-r-r!" "Skurcely," obsarved the stranger, and he drew a diamond-hilted fish-knife and cut orf the capting's hed.  He expired shortly, his last words bein, "we are governed too much." "People!" sed the stranger, "I'm the Juke d'Moses!" "Old hoss!" sed a passenger, "methinks thou art blowin!" whareupon the Juke cut orf his hed also. "Oh that I should live to see myself a dead body!" screamed the unfortnit man.  "But don't print any verses about my deth in the newspapers, for if you do I'll haunt ye!" "People!" sed the Juke, "I alone can save you from yon bloody pirut!  Ho! a peck of oats!"  The oats was brought, and the Juke, boldly mountin the jibpoop, throwed them onto the towpath.  The pirut rapidly approached, chucklin with fiendish delight at the idee of increasin his ill-gotten gains.  But the leadin hoss of the pirut ship stopt suddent on comin to the oats, and commenst for to devour them.  In vain the piruts swore and throwd stones and bottles at the hoss--he wouldn't budge a inch.  Meanwhile the Sary Jane, her hosses on the full jump, was fast leavin the pirut ship! "Onct agin do I escape deth!" sed the Juke between his clencht teeth, still on the jibpoop. CHAPTER IV.  THE WANDERER'S RETURN. The Juke was Moses the Sassy!  Yes, it was! He had bin to France and now he was home agin in Bostin, which gave birth to a Bunker Hill!!  He had some trouble in gitting hisself acknowledged as Juke in France, as the Orleans Dienasty and Borebones were fernest him, but he finally conkered.  Elizy knowd him right off, as one of his ears and a part of his nose had bin chawed off in his fights with opposition firemen during boyhood's sunny hours.  They lived to a green old age, beloved by all, both grate and small.  Their children, of which they have numerous, often go up onto the Common and see the Fountain squirt.