WARWICK WOODLAND'S. 



DAY THE SECOND. 



MUCH as I had heard of Tom Draw, I was I must confess, 

 taken altogether aback when I, for the first time, set eyes upon 

 him. I had heard Harry Archer talk of him fifty times as a 

 crack shot ; as a top sawyer at a long day's fag ; as the man of 

 all others he would choose as his mate, if he were to shoot a 

 match, two against two what then was my astonishment at 

 beholding this worthy, as he reared himself slowly from his re- 

 cumbent position ? It is tiue, I had -heard his sobriquet, " Fat 

 Tom," but, Heaven and Earth ! such a mass of beef and brandy 

 as stood before me, I had never even dreamt of. About five 

 feet six inches at the very utmost in the perpendicular, by six 

 or " by'r lady" nearer seven in circumference, weighing, at 

 the least computation, two hundred and fifty pounds, with a 

 broad jolly face, its every feature well-formed and handsome, 

 rather than otherwise mantling with an expression of the most 

 perfect excellence of heart and temper, and overshadowed by a 

 vast mass of brown hair, sprinkled pretty well with gray ! 

 Down he plumped from the counter with a thud that made the 

 whole floor shake, and with a hand outstretched, that might 

 have done for a Goliah, out he strode to meet us. 



" Why, hulloa ! hulloa ! Mr. Archer," shaking his hand till 

 I thought he would have dragged the arm clean out of the 

 socket " How be you, boy ? How be you ?" 



"Right well, Tom, can't you see? Why confound you, 

 you've grown twenty pound heavier since July ! but here, I'm 



the persons mentioned in its pages, more than one have passed away from 

 our world forever ; and even the natural features of rock, wood, and river, 

 in other countries so vastly more enduring than their perishable owners, 

 have been so much altered by the march of improvement, Heaven save 

 the mark ! that the traveller up the Erie railroad, will certainly not recog- 

 nise in the description of the vale of Ramapo, the hill-sides all denuded of 

 their leafy honors, the bright streams dammed by unsightly mounds and 

 changed into foul stagnant pools, the snug country tavern deserted for a 

 huge hideous barnlike depot, and all the lovely sights and sweet harmo- 

 nies of nature defaced and drowned by the deformities consequent on a 

 railroad, by the disgusting roar and screech of the steam-engine. 



One word to the wise ! Let no man be deluded by the following pages, 

 into the setting forth for Warwick now in search of sporting. These things 

 are strictly as they were twenty years ago ! Mr. Seward, in his zeal for the 

 improvement of Chatauque and Cattaraugus, has certainly destroyed the 

 cock-shooting of Orange county. A sportsman's benison to him therefor \ 



