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Text for Page 156 [10-05-1853]

              less, we pursued it for perhaps an hour further, and then halted by
the road side for a meal.   There was a knot of trees, giving scanty shade,
and here hitching the horses, to crop the scantier grass; we fed, water
being procured from an adjacent farm house, Maurice Keene going for it,
and returning with bucket full, and word that he had decended into a cave-
mouth to the well.         An hour and a half�s delay, then, watering the
horses at a pool father on, we held on our journey.      The pony had
few peculiarities, excepting that of a desire to lag behind till the party in
front were close upon disappearing at a turn of the road; when he�d set
forth to rejoin them at a trot which, at first, shook the soul with me.
So we journeyed till nightfall, and for an hour after it, the latter part
of it being wearisome enough to me .  We were within a mile of
Bowling Green, and in accordance with the general plan of travel, put
up, not in the town. There was a farm house, hidden by trees and
garden; and after much hallooing, debating, questioning; we halt there.
Weary unpacking in darkness and cold, and then, my three friends go off
to see to the horses.  I being, at present, of no use in the quadrupedal depart-
ment, and horribly sore from unaccustomed saddle exercise, go into the house
with baggagge.   There�s a wood fire burning, people moving about, chairs,
(always uncomfortably low, and with the two fore legs projecting up above the seat
for about two inches, and straight, long backed.    These articles I found almost 
in all the farm houses we stopped at.)   From sitting in the inconvenient chair my
knees uncomfortably high, to reclining on a sort of couch was an improvement; so
stretching myself on it I dropped, as it from a precipice top into a dead sleep
of fatigue; and there should have lain till the morning; but in an hour, or
nearer two, the others came in, they�d had no small job with the horses, some
running away &c, and Keene Richards had his face torn by the boughs while
riding through the wood to water the horses.              We are all bidden to supper.
Chickens, bacon, corn bread, (made in round big cakes from which you broke off               
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