After we had descended a little slope (on the Jersey 

 side) to the river, we had to ascend another gentle rise 

 beyond. The road then lay for four or five miles 

 through continued woods, and here and there we came 

 upon a wretched block-house. But the thoroughfare 

 cut out of the forest is broad, and in dry weather, as 

 now, very good. The country is level, but sandy and 

 sterile. We had the Delaware to the left, a little way 

 off, and through the forest openings fine perspectives 

 were often presented. Two miles beyond the Delaware 

 there was another small ferry to pass, over the Sham- 

 any; the ferry-boat runs on pulleys working along a 

 stout tackle made fast at either side of the stream. It 

 was yet early in the morning when we reached 



Bristol, a pretty little town on the banks of the Dela- 

 ware, which although not to be likened to the Bristol 

 of the old world, on account of its mineral waters is 

 known in the new. Situated in a hollow, at the foot of 

 a large, high-lying, natural embankment, is the spring, 

 the waters of which are used as well for bathing as for 

 drinking. The water contains iron, and is of no espe- 

 cial strength. There is built over the spring a light 

 structure of wood housing the saloon, or long-room, in 

 the middle, a bath at one end and the pump-room at 

 the other that is, the water is brought up through 

 pumps and dispensed to visitors in this room, and here 

 the rules to be observed and the schedule of charges 



