"I'm the ferry-man, old hoss," sung out the rustic orator, "and ken put ye cross the river in no time." Uncle Peter signified his desire to cross, and the twain started towards the ferry boat. The Preacher stepping into the boat, hitched his horse to the side, while the ferryman shoved out into the stream.
"So you are a Lincoln man?" queried Uncle Peter. "I'm that hoss."
"And so I presume you would douse a Cartright man if you had a chance?"
"I mought do it stranger."
"Certainly you would douse Mr. Cartright?"
"Sure's winkin', old fellow."
"Well Sir, I am Peter Cartright at your service," and before the ferryman recovered from his surprise Uncle Peter pitched him into the river, took the pole and put himself across the river.
The ferryman did'nt vote for Uncle Peter but he altered his opinion of Methodist preachers in general and Uncle Peter in particular.