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one of the last stations on the road, where, under 
the charge of the Quaker host, considerable com- 
fort could be had. 
To Cook’s, therefore, upon reaching the station, 
the writer told the driver of what seemed to be a 
mongrel public coach, that he wanted to go; but in 
thoughtlessness, never conceiving that there could be 
two Cooks, he omitted the Tommy that should have 
preceded the direction. His surprise was by no 
means moderate to find, upon reaching his destina-. 
tion, the supposed Quaker host slightly inebriated, 
dancing a solitary hornpipe to an admiring circle. 
Thinking perhaps that that was the custom of Jersey 
Quakers—for the State is exceptional in certaia 
things—he took a glass of bad whiskey with the 
jovial landlord, made proposals, much to every one’s 
surprise, to go shooting the day following, and re- 
tired early. 
Next morning a short walk dissipated all idea of 
finding game, and having made the discovery that 
he was still fifteen miles from the proper shooting- 
ground on the beach, he returned to the house, and 
in order to enjoy a few hours ere the wagon for his 
further transportation would be ready, joined a 
bathing party. It was quite a sociable affair ; both 
sexes, dressed in their bathing clothes—the girls 
without shoes—crowded down in the bottom of an 
open wagon. But surely it is not fair to tell how 
one of the flannel-encased nymphs nearly fell from 
the wagon, and was caught in the arms of the writer, 
who had jumped out for the purpose ; nor how the 
