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Arlington consists of a few houses ; it has a stone church, 

 finished with turrets of wood work, a combination of materials 

 in the exterior of buildings very common in the United States 

 and the Canadas. 



At New Ipswich, the driver of the stage seated himself at 

 table with the passengers, which was the only instance of the 

 kind that came under my observation. Some of the passen 

 gers were of the most genteel description, and the driver con 

 ducted himself with propriety, 



On arriving at Bellows Falls, the landlord of the hotel 

 saluted the stage driver with &quot; How do you do, captain?&quot; 

 and he answered &quot; Quite well, major this is a cold morning.&quot; 

 The major in question ushered us into the breakfast room, 

 where he presided with a suavity of manner that would have 

 done credit to a Frenchman ; and I considered this indivi 

 dual the most courteous I met with in the course of my tour. 

 The hotel-keepers of the country are the noblesse of the dis 

 trict, and are generally chosen, by the people, officers of the 

 militia. Captain is a general title for stage drivers ; and I 

 found, both in the States and Upper Canada, that military 

 titles of high sounding were often used as nicknames. I did 

 not enquire if our driver was actually a military captain, but 

 so far as appearance entitles a man to rank, he might have 

 been a field-marshal. 



The road from Jeffrey to Arlington is through a poor hilly 

 country, abounding in scenic beauty of infinite variety, which 

 afforded me more pleasure than the banks of the Hudson. 

 From Bellows Falls to Arlington we passed over what, in 

 common parlance of the country, is termed a new built turn 

 pike, leading through the Green Mountains, which had been 

 only a few weeks open to travellers, and some parts of which 

 were almost impassable. Twenty miles of this road is through 

 a dense forest, quite impervious to the sun s rays ; and for 

 five or six miles on the other side of the Green Mountains 

 towards Arlington, in a deep narrow ravine, the rocks and 

 hills being finely wooded to the summit. The country opens 

 up into picturesque views towards Sunderland, which is a few 

 miles from Arlington. 



Passing the night in a crowded hotel at Arlington, we 



