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it to please her, but I never use it myself. At 

 my age of eighty-five it is not safe to take any 

 risks, so I stick to my saddle." I will not say 

 that I am so apprehensive of danger, for I 

 frequently am transported from place to place 

 in cabs, railway cars, and steamships, but my 

 chief pleasure in locomotion is when I find 

 myself, to use a Western phrase, '' on the out- 

 side of a horse." 



I had accepted an invitation to a Thanksgiv- 

 ing dinner at Boston, and as I am the owner of 

 a thoroughbred mare who might be idle for 

 want of exercise in my absence, and as I myself 

 had no business occupation which might not 

 brook delay, I thought that an appetite for the 

 turkey would be increased, and that I might at 

 the same time refresh my memory by the 

 sight of ancient landmarks, if I should saddle 

 the mare and ride to my destination. 



I am perhaps a relative of one of the most 

 valued correspondents of The Evening Post 

 — at any rate, I belong to the family of the 

 Old Boys. I have read with great interest his 

 reminiscences of the highways and byways of 

 New York City, and as his country cousin I 

 proposed to investigate the highways and 

 byways that connect the metropolis of busi- 



