220 THE JERSEY COAST. 



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 certain 

 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 



