THE ROAD TO D ANBURY. 1 33 



the blanket back over my legs in the manner 

 heretofore described, and drawing my cap 

 down over my ears, I was ready to start on 

 the road to Danbury. 



It was over many hills which the rain of the 

 previous day, now become ice and covering 

 the snow, had adapted to the purpose of 

 toboggan sliding rather than to that of rid- 

 ing, unless horseshoes are exceptionally well 

 sharpened. Under these circumstances the 

 rider who supposes himself very careful is 

 apt to walk his horse slowly over the ground, 

 especially when descending hills. That is an 

 easily demonstrated mistake, for a little re- 

 flection must convince him that the animal 

 should be put to a hard gallop so that the 

 shoe corks may strike heavily and effectively 

 into the ice. The necessity for doing this 

 caused the distance of ten miles to be over- 

 come in little more than an hour, and that 

 was the end of the day's journey, for before 

 our arrival the clouds had gathered and the 

 snow had begun to drive in our faces after the 

 manner, though in a milder degree, of a Mon- 

 tana blizzard. 



It was a harder road to travel for the Brit- 

 ish troops III years ago. From Mr. Bailey, 



