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eminent discomfort of his steeds. Wakely, a man of 

 remarkable force and energy, doubly earned his reputation, 

 that day, as a man to be depended on in an emergency, — 

 but I pitied his horses. 



The road for ten miles, through tliick woods, was muddy 

 and heavy, (although very good in drj- weather,) and we 

 proceeded at the rate of three wearj" miles every long hour, 

 until we reached Jackson's. For the remaining twenty 

 miles tliere was a good road through a partiall}' cleared 

 countr3\ winding around among the picturesque mountains, 

 with manj" hills to climb and descend. The red raspber- 

 ries, just then in their prime, grew by the road-side in won- 

 derful profusion and excellence. While Wakely was urging 

 his tired horses up the hills we tumbled out and, plunging 

 into the bushes, "ate and ran " in a most ludicrous fashion, 

 — visions of a train departing from one side of North Creek, 

 as we approached on the other, stimulating our pace as we 

 seized a last handful of berries and leaves and ran with all 

 our might to the top of the hill and mounted to our seats 

 without waiting for the horses to stop. 



Finally, the little town was reached, the puffing of the 

 locomotive greeted us with an old familiar sound, the veri- 

 table North River — the original Hudson — rolled its rapid 

 current at our feet; and our journej" " through the wilder- 

 ness " was completed. There was, however, an interesting 

 rail-road ride to Saratoga, where we took a sleeping car, 

 and woke up at home. 



