98 AN AMERICAN FARMER Itf ENGLAND. 



our packs ; we might learn more of their ideas from them, 

 he said, and if they did not interest us, or after we had read 

 them, it might do some one else good to leave them at the 

 inns where we stopped, or in the public conveyances. He 

 begged us if we got into any trouble or needed any assistance 

 for any purpose while in England, to let him know ; and so 

 we parted. We had never heard of this man, nor he of us, 

 till twenty-four hours before. He had then merely received 

 word that three American Christians wayfarers would be 

 passing through his town that night, and so he came out into 

 the highway seeking for us, found us, and had so entertained 

 us as I have shown. He would now walk several miles alone 

 and return home by the night-coach. 



The farmer now had his favourite greyhound let out for us 

 to see, and after another short stroll, finding that we were bent 

 upon leaving him that night, insisted on our coming to the gar 

 den again and tasting some choice cider made from the Hagloe 

 crab the pure juice he assured us it was a good wholesome 

 English drink : a baby might fill its belly with it and feel 

 none the worse. So sitting on the door-steps, the lady and 

 the dog with us, we remained yet a long time, the farmer 

 talking first of sporting matters, and then getting into the 

 everlasting topics of Free Trade, and exorbitant rents, taxes, 

 and tithes. 



