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the herring' in taste ; and again, only superficially salted, 

 they are split and air-dried or smoked and so served at 

 respectable tea-tables. 



Red soil and loam continued until we had passed the 

 Millstone River, by a bridge not far from Black-horse, 

 where the sandy loam began again such as is found 

 about York. In the tavern at Black-horse we found 

 quarters for the night, on a little slope near the river 

 not far from a mill and several other houses as little 

 worthy of remark. Our landlord was loquacious and 

 extremely occupied, and in truth a man could be no 

 otherwise who did as much. He told us, without any 

 boasting, how many different occupations he united in 

 his small person- ' I am a weaver, a shoemaker, farrier, 

 wheelwright, farmer, gardener, and when it can't be 

 helped, a soldier. I bake my bread, brew my beer, kill 

 my pigs ; I grind my axe and knives ; I built those stalls 

 and that shed there ; I am barber, leech, and doctor.' 

 (Tria juncta in uno, as everywhere in Germany.) The 

 man was everything, at no expense for license, and 

 could do anything, as indeed the countryman in 

 America generally can, himself supplying his own 

 wants in great part or wholly. From this man's house 

 we set out the following morning along the sandy banks 

 of the Millstone River and came, by a stone bridge, to 

 Rocky Hill which was not idly named. A few houses 

 stand upon and around the hill. The landscape, after 

 we got out of the red soil, was much less green and 

 agreeable, the woods rougher and the bottom lands 

 more broken, more like the soil of York and southern 

 Long Island, thin and unfruitful, that is. But there 

 met us everywhere a pleasant balsam odor, from the 

 great profusion of pennyroyal (Cunila pnlegioides L.) 



