THE JERSEY COAST. 101 



There was a hum of pleasant voices words like, 

 "Oh! Deb, we should not have got in;" "Why, 

 Mary, we may as well ride it's all in our way." 

 " Now, Lib, don't say I'm married." " Well, your 

 husband is a go$d way off." But who could attend 

 to what is occurring around him when seated in the 

 dark with a lovely angel in his lap ? So situated, 

 the ride appeared very short, and the next mile, 

 which was as far as our delightful freight would go, 

 was passed seemingly in about a minute and a half, 

 decidedly the fastest time on record. At the end 

 of it, on a suggestion from the driver, who lived in 

 that section and knew the country, toll was taken 

 of their rosy lips as passage-money. Jersey is a 

 glorious place. 



Passing Charley's, as he is generally called, the 

 son of the old man, who for years was famous as the 

 first hunter in that land, we turned off beyond, down 

 the beach. The bay between the mainland and the 

 sand-bar, known everywhere as " The Beach," was 

 narrow, widening slowly as we advanced, until, at 

 the end of our seven miles' journey, it was nearly 

 three miles across. There was little vegetation be- 

 side salt grass and bay-berry bushes ; but of the 

 animal kingdom the only representatives the mos- 

 quitoes were thicker than the mind of man can 

 conceive ; they rose in crowds, pursuing us fiercely, 

 covering the horses in an unbroken mass, settling 

 upon ourselves, flying into our eyes, crawling upon 

 our necks, stinging through our clothes, and filling 

 the air. Although small, they were hungry be- 



