History records no popular tumult, except of tongues, about the matter, but Jesse Hand never fully regained the regard of some people, and jealousy and distrust, like a curse, followed his new-fangled equipage; and though he and his generation are long since dead, yet the writer hath knowledge of traditions that, still drawn by attenuated and discouraged equines, a very Wandering Jew of vehicles, Jesse Hand’s carriage still peregrinates, at a toilsome pace, the interminable, sandy, woodland roads of Jersey.