He was an inimitable mimic, and had perfect command of a Dutchman's brogue.

One of the least objectionable of his humorous stories we will venture to record.
There were, he said, in Virginia, two Dutchmen, brothers, George and Jake Fulwiler.

They were both well to do in the world, and each owned a grist mill.

There was another Dutchman near by, by the name of Henry Snyder.

He was a mono-maniac, but a harmless man, occasionally thinking himself to be God.