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York, am going to Boston, and intend to stop 

 here to-night." 



" You don't tell ! Hain't seen the like for 

 more'n forty year. We don't take in a'most 

 nobody but drovers now. Well, ride in. I'll 

 bed your hoss down and feed him. Want hay 

 and oats both, I suppose." 



The big door was swung wide open, and I 

 rode into an equine banquet-hall, deserted. 



*' Plenty of room here," I remarked, as I 

 looked upon the double row of horse stalls, 

 many of which were filled with hay, old har- 

 nesses, disjointed wagons, farming tools, and 

 odds and ends of everything. 



" Plenty of room ; well, yes, I guess there is 

 now, but there wasn't plenty too much room 

 fifty year ago, mister. Every one of them 

 twenty-four hoss stalls had change hosses goin' 

 into and comin* out of em. Oh Lord, oh Lord, 

 how times has changed ! How when the mail 

 stage, — Joe Benham he always drove it — and 

 may be two and sometimes three extries, 

 rattled up to the door and the passingers tum- 

 bled out to the bar-room and got such new rum 

 as you can't get noways now, and then 

 marched into the eatin' room for their dinners, 

 we hosiers used to onharness the teams, lead 



