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THE ROMANTIC ROAD 
(Continued from page 11) 
In those days every town had its Washington tavern. 
In 1812 in Salem the portrait of the Father of his Country 
swung from the sign board of an humble tavern, which 
was the scene of many interesting activities of old Salem 
life. 
Many forms of diversions and amusements centered 
around the old inns. What must have been a spectacular 
and thrilling entertainment was the exhibition at the Black 
Horse tavern in Salem of “Monstrous Sights,” as they 
were advertised. Discussion before the bar enumerated 
the peculiar makeup of one monster then restrained in the 
tavern barn. It had “a face like a mouse, ears like an 
ass, neck and back like a camel, hind parts like a horse, 
tail like a rabbit, feet like a heifer.” We suppose that 
the creature grew even more fearsome with protracted 
sessions at the bar, until no one would have been able to 
vecognize our native American moose ! 
Other forms of diversion were offered by the enter- 
prising and friendly taverns and in the Essex Register 
of Tune in 1806 the following advertisement appeared : 
SPORTSMEN ATTEND 
The gentlemen sportsmen of this town and vicinity 
are informed that a Grand Combat will take place between 
the Urus Zebu and Spanish Bull on the Fourth of July 
if the weather be fair; if not on the next fair day, at the 
Half Way House on the Salem Turnpike. 
“Grand Fox Chase on 
After this there was to be a 
the Marshes.” 
Old Baker’s tavern at Beverly where “every accom- 
modation could be afforded,” was the scene of many 
turkey shoots, then considered a great sport and usually 
held around Thanksgiving Day. 
While our predecessors, the Indians, always walked 
upon their travels upon land, it is interesting to note how 
quickly the colonists acquired horses. Before John \Win- 
throp died Massachusetts had a cavalry corps. Horse 
flesh was plentiful then and I think the American charac- 
teristic of never walking a step when riding is possible 
dates from the days “when we lived under the King.” 
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Washington, Profile, Flume, Crawford Notch, Bar Harbor, Provincetown and all 
parts of Cape, Concord and Lexingt.n, the Berkshires over the Mohawk Trail. 
With the development of the roads came the bridges ; 
and some beautiful and lasting structures of the bridge 
builders’ art could be found along the North Shore. New- 
buryport has the honor of having the oldest chain, or sus- 
pension, bridge. Beautiful surroundings add to its charm 
and it makes a picture not to be forgotten. The old bridge 
at Ipswich dates from Colonial days. In 1787 came the 
fine Essex bridge at Salem. Toll bridges were everywhere 
and were generally resented by citizens and travellers. 
With all these improvements in the highways, stage- 
coaches became the approved method of travel and horse- 
back riding was nearly done away with for long journeys. 
Stage-coaches were known by different names in different 
localities. In 1767 it was a “‘stage-chaise” that ran be- 
tween Salem and Boston, while nothing short of a “stage- 
chariot’ conveyed the good people of Marblehead .upon 
a journey to Boston. “Flying Mail Stages” came later 
and vast rivalry existed between the dashing stage coacl 
drivers of the good, old days. Little Jack Mendum, who 
drove-the Salem mail coach, was wont to say, “When | 
drive this stage coach, I am the whole United States of 
America.” He pointed out to strangers the “biggest ellum 
in the country” and also the “purtiest grove of birch on 
the road.” 
Much of the picturesqueness of travel disappeared 
with the laying of two parallel lines of shining steel and 
the coming of the iron horse. It is a far cry from the 
luxurious limousine and the Flying Fisherman of today to 
the sturdy stage coach of the old days. Local and express 
trains, specials, and private cars tralinig along with any 
regular train, satisfy the demands of all who travel. The 
old taverns, too, are only a memory or if by chance stil 
standing, a landmark of the generations gone before. Coz\ 
tea roons and imposing hotels dot the landscape and 
life becomes more luxurious and more complicated with 
each passing year. 
But after all is said and done, the average Yankee 
still admires his “hoss” and knows its good points, too, 
and sometimes, sneakingly, feels with that adorable coach- 
man, Tony Weller, “I consider that the rail is unconsti- 
tutional and an inwaider of privileges.” 
The new organ at the Larcom theatre, Beverly, is 
the same as played at the Strand in Lynn and New 
York. adv. 
