204 HIGHWAYS AND BYWAYS. 
horse language, “‘ Had we not better rest a few minutes 
under this tree while you pick me a mouthful of tender 
grass, or gather for yourselves some of those pretty 
elder blossoms or wild roses by the fence?” She seldom 
appeals in vain, as we are all in full sympathy with her, 
believing that she appreciates the kindness, and more 
than repays all extra consideration. There is nothing 
she enjoys more than a day’s picnicking in the woods, 
where at lunch time she can stand near us and eat her 
feed of oats while we sit on the ground eating dinner. 
Our journey is to take a month or more, much of it 
over familiar ground, and through several counties of 
Western and Central New York. Our longest stopping 
places are to be Honeoye Falls, Mount Morris, Portage, 
Hammondsport, Cortland and Ithaca. On the way we 
are to take in—figuratively of course—several of the 
beautiful lakes that give such a charm to the scenery of 
this part of the State. We are seeking pure air, sun- 
shine and the fragrance of growing things, which we 
shall find much more abundantly by this manner of 
travel than by any other. We shall avoid what Ruskin 
calls the great mistakes of travel, “ Rushing by waving 
meadows and green cornfields, on the cars, to have the 
longer time to walk on heated pavements.” We are 
not in search of art galleries, cathedrals or ancient 
ruins. The pictures will be such as are common in 
country highways and byways—loads of hay and other 
farm products, men and women going to or returning 
from market, stages filled with dusty-looking passen- 
gers, and people traveling in carriages or on horseback.- 
