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and boatmen and hostlers with. He gave 

 one to Tom Storms's father at Greenwood 

 Lake ' once upon a time/ and the old man 

 has n't been right since. We must warn 

 Grieb if we expect any service out of him. 

 Ah, here 's Bellmore, and there is the inn. 

 We will pull up here, Seth, and warm 

 Corbin with one of the landlord's milk 

 punches. Hello, innkeeper; hello!" and 

 all three jumped out upon the tavern's 

 broad piazza, where the jovial landlord 

 heartily greeted them. 



Having refreshed themselves with such 

 drinks as they each preferred Corbin 

 gulping two milk punches, Bradley two 

 steaming hot-scotches, and Seth a stone 

 mugful of new ale, while William gave 

 his charges a sip of water and took a long 

 pull at the very pail himself they bustled 

 into the wagon again and were soon chat- 

 ting and laughing as loudly and merrily 

 as ever. 



Driving through the village of South 

 Oyster Bay without a halt and out into 



