10 WARWICK WOODLANDS. 



11 We must stop here, Frank. My old friend, Ingliss, a bro- 

 ther trigger, too, would think the world was coming to an end 

 if I drove by twenty-nine minutes these six miles," he added, 

 looking at his watch, "that will do ! Now, Tim, look sharp 

 just a sup of water ! Good day good day to you, Mr. In- 

 gliss ; now for a glass of your milk punch" and mine host 

 disappeared, and in a moment came forth with two rummers of 

 the delicious compound, a big bright lump of ice bobbing about 

 in each among the nutmeg. 



" What, off again for Orange county, Mr. Archer ? I was 

 telling the old woman yesterday that we should have you by 

 before long ; well, you'll find cock pretty plenty, I expect ; there 

 was a chap by here from Ulster let me see, what day was it 

 Friday, I guess with produce, and he was telling, they have had 

 no cold snap yet up there ! Thank you, sir, good luck to you 1" 

 And off we went again, along a level road, crossing the broad, 

 slow river from whence it takes its name, into the town of Hack- 

 ensack. 



" We breakfast here, Frank" as he pulled up beneath the 

 low Dutch shed projecting over half the road in front of the 

 neat tavern " How are you, Mr. Vanderbeck we want a beef- 

 steak, and a cup of tea, as quick as you can give it us ; we'll 

 make the tea ourselves ; bring in the black tea, Tim the nags 

 as usual." 



" Aye ! aye ! sur" " tak them out leave t' harness on, all 

 but their bridles" to an old gray-headed hostler. " Whisp off 

 their legs a bit ; Ay will be oot enoo !" 



After as good a breakfast as fresh eggs, good country bread 

 worth ten times the poor trash of city bakers prime butter, 

 cream, and a fat steak could furnish, at a cheap rate, and with 

 a civil and obliging landlord, away we went again over the red- 

 hills an infernal ugly road, sandy, and rough, and stony for 

 ten miles farther to New Prospect. 



" Now you shall see some scenery worth looking at," said 

 Harry, as we started again, after watering the horses, and taking 

 in a bag with a peck of oats " to feed at three o'clock, Frank, 

 when we stop to grub, which must do al fresco " my friend 

 explained " for the landlord, who kept the only tavern on the 

 road, went West this summer, bit by the land mania, and there 

 is now no stopping place 'twixt this and Warwick," naming the 

 village for which we were bound. " You ffot that beef boiled, 

 Tim ?" 



