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secure rest and food for man and beast. Keep' 

 ing up the search, after a few miles, I discovered 

 a rude old log house, quite in keeping with the 

 wild region through which we were passing. 

 Approaching the door, I knocked for admission, 

 when it was opened by an old veteran of seventy- 

 winters, who invited us to enter. After making 

 known my wants, he assured me that they should 

 be supplied as best he could, and at once he 

 summoned the hostess who, though like himself, 

 advanced in years, moved across the rustic floor 

 with almost youthful agility, manifesting a dis- 

 position to relieve our hunger without delay. 

 We partook of the repast she spread with appe- 

 tites quickened by the pure mountain air, and, 

 -when the meal was over, after rewarding them 

 for the hospitality they had displayed, we re- 

 sumed our journey through dreary solitudes and 

 along the rough mountain roads until, at length, 

 we reached the city of Easton, in the State of 

 Pennsylvania. 



This beautiful little city is situated near the 

 Delaware River, and is an enterprising and 



