A sprightly correspondent, of the Boston Evening Gazette, in a letter from on board a steamboat on the Ohio, is responsible for the following :
"By the way, speaking of pilots, I saw ours, as we passed, wave his handkerchief towards the Kentucky bank. Looking in that direction, I saw the signal answered by a female standing at the door of a log cabin about a hundred rods distant. ' Aha!' said I to the pilot, who was a fine looking young fellow, with a bright blue eye, embrowned visage, and light curly hair, ' is this one of your telegraph stations?' ' No,' said he with an honest smile, ' that's my gal. I allow I haint spoke with her these two months, but every time I pass up and down, which is once a fortnight, she says 'how d'ye do' with her handkerchief.' ' But how does she know your boat?' ' [1] Why, the way we know every boat after we have seen and heard it once, by its walk and voice. She is a great gal, that ! Show me another like her any whar, and I am thur directly ! She's a huckleberry above most people's parsimmons, and for constancy, she's a perfect hoss !"