10 WARWICK WOODLANDS. 



craft or shipping — "Is not this lovely, Frank ? and, by the 

 by, you will say, when we get to our journey's end, you 

 never drove through prettier scenery in your life. Get 

 away, Bob, you \dllain — nibbling, nibbling at your curb! 

 get away, lads!" 



And away we went at a right rattjing pace over the hills, 

 and through the cedar swamp ; and, passing through a toll- 

 gate, stopped with a sudden jerk at a long low tavern on 

 the left-hand side. 



"We must istop here, Frank. My old friend, Ingliss, a 

 brother trigger, too, would think the world was coming to 

 an end if I drove by — twenty-nine minutes these six 

 miles," he added, looking at his watch, "that will do ! 

 Now, Tim, look sharp — just a sup of water! Good day — 

 good day to you, Mr. Ingliss ; now for a glass of your milk 

 punch" — and mine host disappeared, and in a moment 

 came forth with two rummers of the delicious compound, 

 a big bright lump of ice bobbing about in each among the 

 nutmeg. 



"What, off again for Orange county, Mr. Archer? I was 

 telling the old woman yesterday that we should have you 

 by before long; well, you'll find cock pretty plenty, I ex- 

 pect; there was a chap by here from Ulster — let me see, 

 what day was it — ^Frida.y, I guess — with produce, and he 

 was telling, they have had no cold snap yet up there! 

 Thank .you, sir, good luck to you!" 



And off we went again, along a level road, crossing the 

 broad, slow river from whence it takes its name, into the 

 town of Hackensack. 



"We breakfast here, Frank"— as he pulled up beneath 

 the low Dutch shed projecting over half the road in front 

 of the neat tavern — "How are you, Mr. Vanderbeek — we 

 want a beefsteak, and a cup of te^ as quick as you can 

 give it us ; we'll make the tea ourselves ; bring in the black 

 tea. Tim — the nags as usual." 



"Aye! aye! sur"— "tak them out — leave t' harness on, all 

 but their bridles," to an old gray-headed hostler. "Whisp 

 off their legs a bit ; Ay will be oot enoo !" 



After as good a breakfast as fresh eggs, good country 

 bread — worth ten times the poor trash of city bakers — 

 prime butter, cream, and a fat steak could furnish, at a 

 cheap rate, and with a civil and obliging landlord, away 

 we went again over the red-hills — an infernal ugly road. 



