114 UNCOMFORTABLE QUARTERS. 



small sitting and eating room was common to this large 

 family, their three guests, and sundry large chests and 

 supernumerary pieces of furniture. We were wet arid 

 tired, and yet obliged to talk ; and because I would not 

 sleep double, I was condemned to a night of vain attempts 

 at ease or forgetfulness. On the whole, I passed no night 

 half so uncomfortable in North America as that which 

 I encountered at Butternut Ridge. And 1 had, besides 

 the actual bodily experience, this additional grievance 

 which to a grumbling Englishman is not an unsore one 

 that, as there was no pretensions to a hotel, and no hanging 

 out for guests, I was not privileged to complain, but was 

 expected gratefully to receive my discomfort, to pay 

 well for it, and be thankful. 



